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I Watch Reality TV and I’m Not a Psycho
This is one of those guilty pleasures that is inexplicable, even to myself
I feel like a fraud to all that my brain prides itself on consuming: I was a Comparative Literature major in college. I used to read classics…for fun. I was a voracious bookworm as a child, going to the library once a week and checking out 7 books at a time and reading all of them. I’ve spent a lot of time journaling, at different points in my life: first in those pretty blank books you buy with the gilt-edged pages, and later online in various blog formats. I love all types of pop culture: film, music, standup comedy, art, theater, and yes…television.
So, considering all of the above, I really shouldn’t find the bottom of the barrel of entertainment so…entertaining, should I? I think I like it because ultimately I’m fascinated by human behavior and I like studying people. Yes, the same quality that makes me a writer also makes me like reality TV. It’s fucked up, I know.
What am I into, you ask? I am embarrassed to even admit this, but it’s not even something as acceptably basic as ‘The Survivor ‘or ‘The Bachelor.’ It’s even worse than that.
I’m a former literature major and I watch ‘The Real Housewives of Orange County’ and ‘Vanderpump Rules’ (hangs head in shame). These two shows encompass everything that is so low about…
