Fall is my favorite time of year. My birthday is in the Fall. Chili always sounds good. Coffee tastes better. Pumpkin spice candles are sold everywhere. It’s cooler outside, so I don’t feel guilty to partake in my guilty pleasure – television – specifically reality tv.
I am a fan of the Real Housewives Whatever. I dig some Biggest Loser and The Voice. I am virtual friends with the Kardashians. There I said it! I am a reality tv junkie.
“Judge not, that ye be not judged.” Matthew 7:1
I can’t help myself though.
When my husband and I had our first child, we decided to cut items out of our budget and satellite television was the first to go. We now have a Roku and Netflix, which does not offer the reality tv I like. You know the kind that I’m talking about. The kind that you look around before you flip the channel to Bravo, MTV or E!. It’s the kind of reality TV that provides a platform for trashy magazines. I digress.
So, as I was saying, I sometimes get desperate for my reality tv fix. I find myself needing to stay just a little bit longer at my parent’s house on Sundays to take advantage of their Direct TV. I also discovered that you could watch a few episodes on BravoTV.com without a fee. I even debated buying a season or two of The Real Housewives of Orange County on Amazon. Then I figured that would defeat the purpose of saving money.
My love for reality television reached a completely new level when I had dreams that I starred in a reality show called, “The Real Housewives of the Ozarks.” Get ready world, it’s coming!
My fascination for reality tv runs deep. But, why? Maybe it’s because the extreme weight loss the Biggest Loser displays is amazing. Maybe it’s because the hair, makeup and Botox on The Real Housewives is enticing. Maybe it’s because The Kardashians are good wholesome people. Wait…
Maybe it’s because it makes my not-so-organized, peanut-butter fingered, Dr. Brown-bottled, home-repaired, event-planned, sleep-deprived life seem not-so-crazy.
I’m just saying.
Melody has lived in four different regions of the country, but she came back home to Southern Missouri. She’s a 30-something wife, mother of two and a higher education advocate. She writes about her life’s experiences in her blog, MySomoLife.com.