bad T.V. + me = loooove.
It’s not a secret that I love The Bachelorette. Or, perhaps more acurately really bad reality television. In the short time we’ve been roommates I’ve managed to turn Andre into a companion consumer. So while we may be rotting our brains, we’re doing it together… somehow this makes it seem less pathetic.
Still, we both recognize it for the garbage that it is. We spent 15 minutes or so last night discussing how the constant barrage of irrelevant information that we take in via the internet, T.V. and advertising, incapacitates our ability to actually pay attention to the art (in whatever form: music, books, movies, etc) that “matters”. I use the quotation marks deliberately, because even if we consider The Bachelorette to be low brow (and it is), it’s still a work that influences culture. In this context The Bachelorette matters, even if arguably it shouldn’t.
You might think that such conversations would inspire me to think twice about my T.V. watching habits. Well m’friend, that’s a nice thought but also a little bit delusional. I’ll still be there next Monday giggling when Jillian seems drunk (hint: always), assessing whether or not I’d ever date any of the guys on the show, and sending text messages like these:
KRISTEN: Are we REALLY going to have to deal with erectile dysfunction on this show??
ME:YES! It’s drama. It’s T.V. history. It’s paid for by viagra!!
——
NOTE: For the record, I do think Jillian is annoying as shit and on the off-chance a Producer stumbles across this page, let me say this: Really? You’re going to have a grown woman cry over a man she’s known for maybe 3 weeks? This doesn’t endear her to the viewing audience. It just leads us to believe that she is both delusional and need of a therapy session or five.
