The Real In Reality

I don’t usually watch reality T.V.  What little I have seen has been through commercials and always appears to be absurdly scripted. Perhaps I just don’t want to believe that every housewife in America has an overblown accent and a violent temper. Maybe I refuse to believe that every twenty-something is an immoral, drunken buffoon. Call me crazy, but I don’t find them to be entertaining. The only reality show I ever watched featured Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey and I only watched it because they were both so darned pretty. Well, that and because some of the things that came out of Jessica’s mouth, intentional or not, were pretty funny. So imagine my surprise when I wound up watching “The Week the Women Went” the other night.

This show has been billed as a social experiment and apparently originated from a show in the UK. The idea is to take a town, remove all of the women eighteen and older and then see if the men can survive. The producers chose what can only be one of the most stereotypical towns in America. It’s somewhere in S. Carolina, and at the risk of being insulting, seems exaggeratedly backwards. The men-folk all look as though they have never met their children before and from the overblown tantrums and ominous music, wouldn’t want to. The women all fret, even as some of them look forward to getting away for a week. If this show is not out and out scripted, they have certainly edited it to show these people at their worst. The chubby little Toddlers and Tiara’s wannabe is (albeit) almost funny in her hideousness, but hideous nonetheless.

So far the best thing about this show has been the weather. The lightning strikes were unlike anything this California girl has ever seen. Beyond that, it was laughable in it’s depiction of how badly children behave and how clueless men are, and how seemingly empty these women’s lives are. I can think of two people I know from Carolina and they are both intelligent, high functioning people. Okay, so one did tell me her Mother wanted to serve pigs in a blanket at her wedding, but still, I find this show to be just as ridiculous as any other reality show. The question is, why do I kind of want to watch it again next week?

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Author, Artist & Mom. First novel "Searching for My Wand" was published in December 2011
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5 Responses to The Real In Reality

  1. Rick Hall says:

    I am trying to connect that picture of me feeding a baby opossum to your blog. Does it show how a modern dad can work with his daughter to feed and care for the wild animal they found in the back yard or does the picture point out how poorly equipped we men are? (The opossum died a few days later because it ate too much and never pooped. It turns out you have to stimulate a baby opossum’s digestive system at the back end to encourage it to expel waste. I’m still not sure how to do that or if I would if we found another baby opossum.)

  2. Angela Brown says:

    These shows are like watching a train wreck. You know it’s going to be terrible. Nothing about a train wreck is adorable. But you can’t keep your eyes closed or shuttered. You just have to watch the metal clank, grind and bend as the awful scene unfolds. So yeah, that may be why you want to see it next week :-)

  3. Katherines Corner says:

    Hugs and thank you for sharing at the Thursday Favorite Things Blog Hop xo

  4. Thanks for letting me camp out in your blog for a little while today. I had a great time and tried to leave my campsite as good as when I arrived. I’ll be back!

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