Jamie Lee Curtis (as a rule, love her) has a post on Huffington, What’s Next?—Broadcasting Executions? where she admits that she doesn’t watch TV* but was accidentally (wink, wink) drawn to a program** where a contestant was teary-eyed as she faced elimination from a reality television program.
Why was I drawn to this? I didn’t want her to lose...did I? Do I? I don’t even know her. Why would I wish her harm?
Blah blah blah ... 
I am not entertained and neither was that red-faced, tear-stained woman who was told she wasn’t good enough.
Really? 
I hope this trend gets eliminated. That we return to telling stories that are written by great writers***, rather than manipulated into looking real, but really are scripted and cast and controlled.
Excuse me while I
If you don’t like reality television or any sort of television, that’s great for you, bravo! But watching human suffering for entertainment value is not new, it isn’t even exclusive to the realm of reality television. Pick up a magazine, newspaper or even hell, read some literature, there it is. Does watching So You Think You Can Dance? make me a horrible person who thinks that life is nothing but a competition? That if I don’t win, I’m a loser? That I don’t know, you better pass me the remote so I can do a little more research on this.
*You are less evolved than Jamie Lee Curtis.
** ♥ Top Chef ♥ ... Cooking contests, apparently they’re new.
*** Like Jamie Lee Curtis. Or the people that brought you the remake of Freaky Friday.
