I hate reality shows. I’m betting we could do some serious repair work on the national deficit if we took all the money shows like “The Bachelor” and “For the Love of Ray J” spend renting private jets, buying millions of fresh roses, dripping their prospective “mates” (for there really, logically can’t be actual romance involved) in diamonds and dresses, or putting the hoards of gold-diggers up in classy mansions which they usually proceed to tear to pieces.
Even shows like MTV’s “The Real World,” which used to have some clout as a psychological study (documenting what happens when people start getting “real”), have become the butt of jokes around the water cooler as applicants to the show have figured out you can make a career out of creating a character for yourself. Girls usually play the bitch, the slut, the crazy (mentally) one, or the fighter and guys have even less options–to be a douche, a nice guy, or an even douchier guy.
Fighting, cursing, accidental nudity, public drunkenness, lewd comments, unstable psychological breaks…sure we probably all know someone who might resemble any or all of these things…but would you pay them to keep it up? My guess is that if you actually did know someone with the tendencies listed above, you know that it’s funny for about the first 5 minutes. Then it isn’t anymore. You stop bringing said person into public…you call them less and less. So why do we propel these idiots into “stardom” by helping out their ratings and ensuring they get cast in each new episode of “Real World, Road Rules” challenges version 1,343?
I often can’t decide who gets spit out of the reality universe in worse shape–guys or girls. Somehow I imagine the guys still have girls drooling all over themselves (if for no other reason than they can’t get over the fact he was on TV) and don’t spend too many nights cold and alone in bed. Having punched another drunk bar dude in the face on TV probably earns them a free shot at every bar they go to and if they treated a girl like shit I’m sure they still get a round of pats on the back for being such a “man.” Maybe, just maybe if they physically attacked a girl on their respective show they might not be publically lauded, but you can bet your ass they will still get stopped for photo-ops.
I’m not sure what I think happens to the girls of the shows, however. If you’re “the bitch,” does anyone really like you? Sure, guys will still try to bed you to add a great story to their collection, but all your skeletons are out of the closet. Girls will most likely hate you. If you’re crazy I imagine it’s even worse. I can hear the comments they must be followed with everywhere they go. Maybe even a rehab facility gives you a call. Same with the fighter personality–you might get the fist pumps similar to the douchie reality guys, but chances are guys and girls a like will be afraid of you.
Even worse is the slutty role. This may or may not be an act on the part of some reality show girls, but more often than not it is accompanied by a serious inclination to alcohol. As a culture we still have an underlying tendency to high-five guys who have slept around while we chide and look down upon girls who’ve done the same. On a reality show these women are putting themselves on national television to display their darkest insecurities and dirtiest tendencies. How do you come back from that? What will your future husband think? Your potential kids? Bosses?
The most disturbing problem that I see is that women are relishing this negative attention. Reality shows require you to be legal, but a lot of the time the participants are mid to late twenties, even early thirties, depending on the demographic the show is aiming towards. These are people are functioning members of society somewhere, not just 19 and 20 year olds looking to irritate their parents. It reminds me of the “good attention/bad attention” notion that accompanies two and three year olds–any attention is a positive thing.
But is it really? Is it a good thing to have shows like “The Bad Girls Club” on Oxygen that is solely devoted to putting explosive bitchy women in a house together and watching them tear each other apart? And it airs on a self-proclaimed “women’s station!” This show, similar to today’s Real World agenda, gets their ratings by the self-humiliation of it’s cast members. The crazier the event, the more they hype it. Hilarious? Sure. Personal morale booster? Definitely. But worth ANY amount of money being spent to keep images of women communally peeing in a kitchen sink, vomitting in a dressing room, or night-vision views of their sexual escapades? Hell no. I don’t care that it isn’t MY money. It’s money. Give it to hungry kids in Africa. Fix the homeless problem in America. And document that.
For your viewing displeasure…a compilation of the \”best of\” The Bad Girls Club