Wednesday, November 7, 2012

The Real World

Hello faithful readers, (assuming that I do have readers out there!)

Today is a fine day on the vineyard. I haven't had much thought on anymore interpretations of religious texts, BUT I have something better today!

Now I know that I'm not the only person out there who watches The Real World. I grew up on it! My examples for how relationships were supposed to work were Trichelle and Stephen from the Real World Las Vegas; I really thought their love would never fade because they were having sex all of time. My 12 year old heart broke when I watched the after show and found out that their love didn't grow any farther than the bedroom in the penthouse. I couldn't understand why they said I love you but didn't mean forever. I would run around the house with my little friends pretending cameras were following us, saying "bitch you got me fucked up, i will fuck you up" imitating the drama I saw on TV. We would then make up after a long crying session, and go out for "drinks" at the "bar" and dance our problems away. Since most of my friends were girls we took turns pretending to be each other's boyfriends. Of course we didn't really comprehend what was actually going on when the couples would roll around under the sheets, so we did the best we could romping around. When I got into high school I had a better understanding of reality TV, and what I was watching. I watched as the housemates on The Real World: Austin drank and partied and fought and laughed and cried, and worked some of the time. I decided that I was going to go on The Real World one day. I was gonna do it! I was going to fulfill my lifelong dream of having cameras follow me around while I pranced around in a mansion with six strangers, creating drama and answering to my fame by blowing kisses to all the people who wished they were me. Of course, that has yet to happen.

So here I am now, not having watched much of The Real World since I was a young teen. It took a while for me to comprehend that all of the drama, alcohol, sex, and emotionalism I had watched had infiltrated my mind; I had convinced myself that that's how life was supposed to live. I eventually got over trying to make me life a reality tv show and found happiness (read more about it in my novel, soon to be published) and now am able to watch The Challenge: Battle of the Seasons without thinking my life should be lived that way. Now, if you don't know anything about The Challenge let me break it down from. Real World cast members from each season get together and compete for tons of money (they've raised the stakes to 250,000$ this round)! Most of the people who go on the show have known each other, have had sex with each other, have  fought with each other, have basically gotten down and dirty with each other. The challenges they do is always entertaining, but what really gets me is the amount of drama that goes on in the house. I could give you a play by play, but that really isn't what I'm here to do. So let's just turn this way, why would they call it The Real World? It gives people the impression that if your life isn't filled with booze, drama, beautiful people, and a mansion you're obviously not living in the REAL world. Hmm, can we take a poll and see how many Americans actually live in the REAL world then? I would really like to know. Now, i'm not complaining at watching these beautiful people on TV fight about who got paid for gay porn and who didn't, but I am begging the question as to why it is real? It all seems preeeetttyy fake to me. The editing is amazing, I will give them credit for that; they manage to make up what people are saying and actually PUT IT IN their same voice; and the MUSIC. Oh man! The background music is what gives me the goosebumps.

So here's what I'm thinking; we can relate The Real World/The Challenge to what the Greeks used to do in the cathedrals  have men fight to the death, while the women watched as their husband died. Now, the brutality of what the Greeks used to do and what us Americans are doing is a bit different; back then hurting someone physically was the thing to do, NOW we have taken it to other level; hurting people emotionally is what is more entertaining these days. We deemed it immoral to kill people, and are now broadcasting shows where we watch people's emotions on full blast, and call it good TV.My dreams of going on The Real World  are still in the back of my head, and you will probably see me on TV one day soon. Just know though, I will NOT be the girl getting naked for all the boys, I'll be the girl crying because nodody wants to let me play with their toys.

Until next time,


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