If I was ever in doubt that there was one medium that could produce a thousand storylines, it’s watching reality television.
It is truly horrible, and is somewhat akin to a ‘train wreck’. Why, then, do we watch it?
Currently, where I live, we have a show called ‘Married at first sight’. Going by the title, you can guess the premise, two people are matched by ‘science’ and meet for the first time at the altar. They then live together, with and without external influences for a number of weeks before deciding if they want to continue after the show ends.
As it happens, the experts here have yet to get it right in a number of series (or, I think they may have succeeded on one occasion).
Whilst the fact it looks to be scripted, a fact the Producers vehemently deny, it is impossible to wrap your head around some of the antics, and especially the words used by the ‘participants’. Decent people do not ‘act’ in the manner of some of these people, and more often than not, several of the ‘participants’ are labeled by the public as ‘actors’.
I guess, in most reality television, ratings can only be achieved by controversy.
Certainly, the Twitterverse goes off after an episode, championing the good and railing into the bad. Each will, good or bad, get their fifteen minutes of fame.
And, is it not surprising we have learned one of the participants is going to write a ‘no holds barred’ account of her time in the show. I was considering doing the same, from an armchair perspective. Damn, missed my opportunity!
Anyway, if it happens, Fifty Shades of Grey, get out of the way!