The Real, Real World

I swear that sometimes I think I see smoke coming from the TiVo unit in the bedroom. If it could talk I'm sure it would be pleading with Mark to give it a break for just a day. God forbid that Mark should miss any of his reality shows. He spends hours and hours, every day watching that crap, and what he can't watch in real time he records for later viewing. If Mark isn't cooking, or sleeping, he is in that bedroom with the Real Housewives of whatever, Jersey Shore, Launch My Line, and every other show documenting the selfish lives of useless twits. On top of that he watches the shows that come on after the show, where the useless twits sit around and discuss why they behaved in such a boorish manner. Of course they don't consider their behavior out of line, their egos wouldn't ever let a conscience get in the way.

This morning I was passing through the bedroom and I heard one of these narcissistic, silicone implanted, botoxed, airheads on the TV sobbing, "It's so hard to live in Orange County, boo hoo hoo.... waaaa!" It was one of the 'Real Housewives of Orange County', and all I could think of were the thousands and thousands of dead and dying people lying under slabs of concrete in Haiti. Considering the likelihood of a huge earthquake in Southern California, her day may come and then we'll see how hard it is to live in Orange County. "Boo hoo hoo, the clinic where I get my Botox, and cosmetic surgery fell down! Waaaaa.... help, get me out of here, the Mercedes can't make it down the hill with all those bodies in the street!"

Of course reality doesn't always come around and slap people like that in the face. No, sometimes the self-centered and vain live a life of utter luck, and will never know real hardship. I just don't think we should reward it by watching them all day on television.