I don’t have any of the obvious vices. Not a smoker, drinker, sex addict or binge eater.
But I do have one I’m going to admit to. I watch Reality TV. And not the mainstream, cool-to-watch shows like “Survivor” or “The Greatest Race.”
Nope. Some of my top viewing choices includes: “The Real Housewives” and “Keeping Up with the Kardashians”
I don’t know what’s so addicting for me about those shows. Maybe I’m a “voyeur”, but I like to think of myself as more of a “closet sociologist”. I’ve always been interested in books and movies that give you an inside look into different cultures, or even the different worlds or mindsets that people similar to myself function in. My favorite authors have always been the ones who take you, through the characters, on a journey into a whole different world. Often into another country, but not always.
One time, about 5 years ago, I got a bug about thinking about what life inside a submarine must be like. For months, I was fixated and fascinated on what it must be like to live for an extended time inside a submarine. Then, bless my stars, as serendipity would have it – I was at a party and someone introduced me to an older gentlemen who used to build submarines!
I was like a scary fan, pounding at him with stupid submarine questions. He was very kind and patient and humored me for awhile, but then excused himself politely and said, “Go watch ‘Hunt for Red October.’”
Last night the worst thing happened. I was watching one of those reality shows where at the end of the show, someone goes home.
Ok. It was “Bridalplasty.” Yup. I watched it
Anyway, my TiVo cut out two minutes before the end of the show. I sat through that whole thing and didn’t get to see who went home!
I just posted my dilemma on Facebook. It will be interesting to see how many of my friends know how that show ended:) Busted.