It’s back in the news. Reality shows are being found unreal. We entered that fray with our first post. We didn’t then and don’t now like the reality they show us knowing that their reality is everybody else’s novelty. The surprise shouldn’t be that someone suspected these were in fact scripted shows. The surprise should be that a producer found six Amish youths who just happened to leave their communities and ended up in the same hotels in NYC all at the same time. Or that three very different people including a goat farmer from the same NYC knew how Houdini relieved himself of a strait jacket. Oh that they thnk so little of us that they believe that we believe these are really real. Real? Umm, we don’t think so.
We, however, are very real. We are THE Real Reality Show. What you get with us is what we are. Yes there are times even our children cringe at that statement but that’s us. We went back and looked at some of the things we’ve written just to be sure. Yep. That’s us. And there’s even more.
We were reminded how real we are while watching television one evening last week. Regular readers will have noticed that we come to a lot of conclusions while watching TV or while eating out. Well, we watched a commercial portraying a couple putting together their hostess gift in the car outside the house, then donning reindeer ears, marching up the sidewalk, and then joining the party. Together we looked at each other and said, “that’s us!” We certain we’ve done that. It’s just that it’s so like us we don’t even know we’re doing it.
And there are others. Nobody but us would take advantage of the laws of physics and drive down an interstate highway in the pouring rain in a convertible with the top down absolutely certain we’d not get wet. Not because of the laws of physics as much as “just because.”
Nobody but us could be driving down yet another highway while listening to a football game on the radio, hear a touchdown, and do a perfectly (yet still quite extemporaneously) choreographed end zone dance complete with foot stomps and hand claps while He of We’s daughter sits in the back seat wondering why she just doesn’t live with her cell phone permanently set to record video .
Nobody but us could spend two hours in a 20 year old game room playing 40 year old arcade games at one of the area’s finest ski resorts in the wee small hours of the morning feeling every bit as worldly as Richy Rich in his own playroom. And every bit as lively as a 10 year old millionaire.
Nobody but us would invite a few friends to the house for cocktails and canapes and hire a singer musician to play for us because live is always better than recorded. And get him 3 new gigs from others who’ll be wanting to do the same!
So as you read our tales twice a week, every week, be secure in the knowledge that this is one reality show that is really real. No scripts. No gimmicks. No pay day. So we take a little bad with all the good.
That’s what we think. Really. How ’bout you?