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I Am So Lame
Aug. 10th, 2006 01:34 pmI remember when the whole reality TV genre became a genre, with Survivor and one or two other shows on the air. And I looked at them, and I thought that they were ludicrous and borderline offensive in their pathetic grasping for momentary fame, and I swore that I would never watch them.
And for a few years, I was fine. I saw Survivor keep coming, and singing talent shows, and 'videotape my family' shows, and 'who wants to be a boxer/rock star/business drone/desklamp' shows, and they all continued to strike me as ludicrous and pathetic, and I continued not watching.
Then last year, 'So You Think You Can Dance' appeared on the air. A reality show about dancing, with clever little dancers all vying against one another, showing off and fooling around with fabulous choreography. A show that, rather than just focusing on trendy hip-hop dance, makes its dancers demonstrate their versatility and is as likely to make them dance the Viennese waltz as it is jazz/pop. And I was certain that it would be lousy, and I told myself that I would just watch one episode, to prove this to myself.
Much to my surprise, it failed to suck. It failed to suck all last year. And I told myself that I was just going to watch it, but I wouldn't get involved in the whole competetive spirit of call-in shows, and I wasn't going to vote, and I didn't really care who won.
Then, of course, the second season came around. And there were one or two dancers who stood out so brightly that I just *couldn't* see them leave the show. And they changed the format of the show, so that it was entirely based on audience votes. And I told myself that I would just vote once per show, that I wasn't going to overreact and become a rabid fangirl.
Last night was the season finale, the last competition show. And I would have posted about it then, but I was too busy manically redialing the number to vote for Benji, my incredibly adorkable swing-dancing geek dance hero, to stop and type.
I only voted for.... a while. Definitely not the full two hours they allow. And only because they were clearly slanting the judge's comments to set someone else up for the win. And I tell myself that I only care because I don't want a winner this year who's a clone of last year's winner. But deep down inside, I know that it's because I have become a pathetic junkie, hooked on this show and far more emotionally involved than I ever had any intention of being.
I'd be ashamed of myself, but I'm having too much fun.
And for a few years, I was fine. I saw Survivor keep coming, and singing talent shows, and 'videotape my family' shows, and 'who wants to be a boxer/rock star/business drone/desklamp' shows, and they all continued to strike me as ludicrous and pathetic, and I continued not watching.
Then last year, 'So You Think You Can Dance' appeared on the air. A reality show about dancing, with clever little dancers all vying against one another, showing off and fooling around with fabulous choreography. A show that, rather than just focusing on trendy hip-hop dance, makes its dancers demonstrate their versatility and is as likely to make them dance the Viennese waltz as it is jazz/pop. And I was certain that it would be lousy, and I told myself that I would just watch one episode, to prove this to myself.
Much to my surprise, it failed to suck. It failed to suck all last year. And I told myself that I was just going to watch it, but I wouldn't get involved in the whole competetive spirit of call-in shows, and I wasn't going to vote, and I didn't really care who won.
Then, of course, the second season came around. And there were one or two dancers who stood out so brightly that I just *couldn't* see them leave the show. And they changed the format of the show, so that it was entirely based on audience votes. And I told myself that I would just vote once per show, that I wasn't going to overreact and become a rabid fangirl.
Last night was the season finale, the last competition show. And I would have posted about it then, but I was too busy manically redialing the number to vote for Benji, my incredibly adorkable swing-dancing geek dance hero, to stop and type.
I only voted for.... a while. Definitely not the full two hours they allow. And only because they were clearly slanting the judge's comments to set someone else up for the win. And I tell myself that I only care because I don't want a winner this year who's a clone of last year's winner. But deep down inside, I know that it's because I have become a pathetic junkie, hooked on this show and far more emotionally involved than I ever had any intention of being.
I'd be ashamed of myself, but I'm having too much fun.
