My reality

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Unless you really know someone, itís usually not a good idea to launch into a conversation about religion or politics. Most of us know that. My mom issued a warning about it before big family events until I was old enough to understand. Today, I do understand Ö so much so that Iíve got another topic to add to the list: reality TV.

Now, I am a major fan of reality TV. Iím an avid watcher of Bridezillas, Married At First Sight, Keeping Up with the Kardashians, The Bachelor, The Bachelorette, all other iterations of The Bachelor, Americaís Next Top Model, Skin Wars, Survivor, Big Brother, Celebrity Big Brother, Project Runway and the list goes on and on. I could fill this whole space with all the reality shows I like. I even like the international versions of some of these shows.

I am the kind of shameless fan who talks about these shows on the internet. I follow reality show contestants on social media and scrutinize what they post. If you mention in passing enjoying any one of these shows, Iíll immediately consider you a new friend. Yeah, Iím talking to you, random lady at Dollar General. Weíre besties now.

Even though Iím a rabid fan, I generally know better than to talk about reality TV with people I donít know very well. See, reality TV is one of those things most people like to look down on. I canít tell you how many times Iíve heard someone ask why the Kardashians are famous (they represent several brands and have created their own) or how Survivor is still on (itís only one of the best competition shows on TV).

ďWhat happened to the good old days of TV?Ē a family member once lamented to me over Thanksgiving after I mentioned some behind-the-scenes trivia from The Bachelor.

I wanted to say that ďgoodĒ is a subjective term and The Bachelor is actually quite entertaining and they could shove a huge scoop of stuffing right down their gullet, but I quietly changed the subject instead. I knew what would happen if I pressed it. People who are determined to dislike something arenít going to change their minds just because it truly is the most dramatic season ever of The Bachelor. They donít care that Ben shouldnít have won Survivor but it was rigged and Chrissy was clearly the better competitor. It doesnít matter to them when Tyra Banks returns to host the new season of Americaís Next Top Model even though sheís the reason that show ever got off the ground in the first place.

Iím fine with that. Really, I am. I understand that we all like what we like, and itís almost never the exact same thing. I donít expect most people to spend an entire Saturday binge-watching the Kardashians, but I do expect them to respect my decision to do so. Did I hurt you by getting a little overly invested in Rachel Lindsayís love story earlier this year? Do you require a doctorís visit after telling me you donít, in fact, believe Chrissy is the most recent robbed Survivor player because youíre too good to watch that show?

Sorry for getting a little sassy there. Iíve been watching The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and it brings that out of me. Oh, you think the Real Housewives series is trash?

Just let me live!

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Samantha Jones is associate editor for Carroll County Newspapers. Her email address is