I swore when I became housebound back in March of 2009 that I would NOT get hooked on soap operas. I swore I would entertain myself with hobbies and cleaning and kids' homework. Well, that lasted about the sum of 1.5 days. But, however, I did NOT become addicted to soap operas. What got me, lured me in with it's swan like song and promises of never ending entertainment, REALITY TV!!! Now, there are two types of reality TV. There is daytime reality TV and nighttime reality TV. So let me give you the run down. At 9 am comes Judge Alex. MMMMM yummy. He's almost too handsome to be a real judge. Next up is Judge Joe Brown. Umm, man has lots of insight, not much humor but the people on that show I know will someday end up on Jerry Springer (no I do not watch Jerry). Then there is Judge Greg Mathis. Oh my, he is a hoot. Went from a hood to a judge in just 15 years.... Good man, funny and an easy way to pass 1/2 hour. Peoples Court with Marilyn Milian. DO NOT piss that woman off. She "stick a fork in you I'm done" in a heartbeat. Judge Piero (sp) is awesome. She actually has credibility as a real judge, lawyer and correspondant for NBC. That must have been a heck of a paycheck to become a TV judge. Next up for your entertainment is Divorce Court. Now I haven't figured this one out. Judge Lynn Toller does not grant divorces, just awards/denies claims these yahoo's have against one another. I swear this guy today brought is wife's underwear to the show. Yup, another inteview for good ole Jerry. We finish the day of with the infamous, witty, tough and much wisdomed Judge Judy. Now I LOVE her, but I would never EVER be in her courtroom as plantiff or defendant. She can rip you to shreds and make you cry AND poo your pants in less than a minute. My fav of hers "UM IS NOT AN ANSWER". Yeah, I think I have a girl crush on Judge Judy.
Nighttime reality TV is, well, umm, not sure what it is. My husband sucked me into Survivor and I do indeed enjoy the show. I do, however, wonder.... where do they poop? And the women, well, let's just say, being out there 30 days....a vistor is sure to come. Wipeout is hilareous with its BIG RED BALLS. Truly pointless. And lastly, the Bacholer and Bachlorette. Give me a freaking break. So you're telling me, with a straight face, that these god and godess like models can't find a date except on TV??? yeah........... right. It would be more believable is say I was on the show, with my saggy boobs, cellulite thighs and my stomach that twice held two babies within.
They do tend to doubt our intelligence and yet we still watch. Why? We may never know. Time for a hershey bar and Cash Cab. Oops, there's another one.
