Showing posts with label reality programming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reality programming. Show all posts

Monday, June 4, 2007

Posh Won't Kill The Natives

According to TMZ, Victoria "Posh Spice" Beckham has decided to back out of her reality show with NBC, saying that family comes before fame. Really? So, you have just been walking around like a madwoman, making appearances in public with other moderately famous people just for the fun of it? Most people when they want to make friends join a book club or a bowling league. Oh wait, that's right. Posh can't lift a bowling ball. Whatever was I thinking?

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

I'm not sure what to think about this

In the Low Country (that's the Netherlands, Holland), the creator of the months-long tragedy that is Big Brother have decided to push the border even further by creating the most bizarre first prize ever for a television show: a kidney transplant.

That's right, three patients in dire need of a new kidney will go on television, argue their case, and try to win the sympathies of a terminally ill woman to get her kidneys. This is something you would read about in a dystopian novel or from the pages of a overly cynical leftist magazine, but this is going to happen. This is real.

Terrible ethical questions aside, how do you convince someone to give you their kidney. This isn't like going out on a date with someone where all you have to do is ask. Do you have to give a rundown of your best qualities, as if this were an interview? Do they go out on gondolas and talk about Dickens? I am horribly offended by the concept of this show (but, I'm not offended by Flavor of Love. Go figure.), but I want to watch just to find out how the eventual donor will be selected. And maybe it will help people start with organ donation. I just hope they don't think that their liver will end up in Lindsay Lohan or David Crosby.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

It Never Flew

I watched this season of Dancing With The Stars for its regular displays of C-List talent dancing about and the budding romances that occur between the single stars and their dancers (Lopez, you're on notice). This season has an additional benefit because it featured recent Paul McCartney divorcée and "celebrity campaigner" Heather Mills (McCartney). This is important because she only has one leg. Week to week, I watched with the sick interest of seeing her leg fly off and hit someone in the front row. I'd thought it be hilarious, slightly fitting, and amazing all the while. Unfortunately for me, I will never see this happen as Ms. Mills has been eliminated from the show. It's alright. I was more torn when Shandi was eliminated.