Reality TV

Disclaimer: this does not apply to all reality TV. I exclusively watch reality dating shows. Turning love into a competition and videotaping all of that is what my roommate calls “the most extreme human experience.” There is nothing better than people getting matched by pseudo-experts and being so wrong for one another. Take the show Married at First Sight. If the name wasn’t clear enough, these people get married to strangers, live with them for two months, and get divorced. My infatuation with shows like this one is rooted in the drama. I could care less about the success of their relationships or even what their names are, if people are making a spectacle of their marriage and talking shit behind each other’s backs I am entertained. In a perfect world, both people would be toxic, but—unfortunately—it’s usually just one of them.

For all the toxicity that I do enjoy, there’s a limit. I don’t want to see a group of 25 women all pining over the same man and stroking his ego (but I will watch men fight each other for the same girl and start drama for her attention). Would I ever go on one of these shows? No, but that doesn’t stop me from thinking I could manipulate the male contestants. I just have one last thing and then I swear to god I’ll shut up about this forever, I lied. I watch more reality TV than just the dating shows, but don’t tell anyone that.