I haven’t stepped into the confessional on this blog in a while, so I figured it was about time. It’s good for the soul, right?
Although I refuse to pay for cable, I still watch television. That is not the secret since I’ve mentioned it before (including buying an antennae to watch football). What has been a secret up to now is my penchant for reality television. Wait! Not all reality television. On the way to my snowy adventure, the guy in the seat ahead of mine paid to watch television and had on one of the Real Housewives show. Goodness gracious! I didn’t have any sound and could still tell that they weren’t saying a single nice thing. Yuck!
No, my ultimate guilty pleasure is watching reality competition shows. Not the singing ones, though. I can hear myself sing off-key any time I want; I don’t need to tune in to listen to others do that. On the other hand, Biggest Loser, Project Runway, Next Food Network Star: Love them! I’m going through withdrawals as my favorite one won’t start back up again until February.
I didn’t get into The Amazing Race until four years ago. Now I am can’t wait for the next episode. There was point when I got on a mental kick about being a contestant (obviously this is pre-knee injury).
For those of you who know us, wouldn’t Kurt and I make excellent contestants on this show? We work really well together, yet we are not afraid to speak our minds … loudly. We once were asked to leave the dance floor during a training session because our argument was upsetting some of the dance students. Reality shows want drama, and we could have provided that!
So I was mentally going through what our audition video would look like (before consulting Kurt about any of this because I’m all about putting carts before horses), when I realized that visas would be required with all that international travel, and I wondered if there were citizenship requirements for contestants. I looked through the rules, and sure enough it was there: Open to US citizens only. Hmmmm. In my last ditch effort to keep my dream alive, I called Kurt, and here was our entire conversation:
“Did you ever get US Citizenship?”
“Do I want to know?”
Since neither of us are into small talk, it was fine for both of us, but disappointing to me and probably confusing to him.
I don’t have the talent to be on any of my other favorites, nor do I have 100+ pounds to lose, so I guess I will have to be satisfied watching these shows instead of being on them.
What are your guilty pleasure television shows? or Do you have friends with whom you have shorthand conversations with no offense taken?