I watched Honey Boo Boo a couple of times and found it revolting, a family so engrossed in being gross and, well, kind of dumb. It's one thing to mispronounce words, and quite another to do so deliberately, to get a laugh. I mean, when a three year old wants bisketti for dinner, it's cute as all-get-out, but when that same request comes from someone in their twenties, we really should all get out.
Mr and Mrs Giudice |
There used to be a reality show that showed Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie going around bothering people from state to state. They would come to town and get jobs for a day or two and live with regular people, and although the premise of the show seemed to be that P & H would make fools of the ordinary working class, they wound up looking like the fools themselves. Remember the difference between a schlemiel and a schlimazel? The schlemiel slips on a banana peel, but he lands on the schlimazel.
Anyone can watch what they want, but if you're watching these nasty Housewives or the BooBoos or whatever, tell me, are those the kind of people whom you would invite over for dinner in the real world? My idea of reality TV is Orioles baseball, and Peggy says Jim Palmer is welcome to come over for a meal any evening he's free!
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