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          Friday of Reality TV week and we can safely say that we have lost more brain cells watching some of this crap than in all the drinking we have done over the years. Come on people, who else but your friends at CoupleDumb would subject themselves to watching ‘Toddlers and Tiaras’? We have come to the conclusion that TLC is a social experiment conducted by the Discovery Channel of how low humans can go. They corner all the dysfunction of a wedding, large family, little people and their families, cakes, barbeques, motorcycling and tattooing. We always thought the ‘L’ in ‘TLC’ stood for ‘Learning’ not ‘Lousy’. So we are spent. We have watched and wretched to most of these so-called Reality Shows and have come to the conclusion that these shows fall into three camps: educational, shocking and freak show. 


          When we were kids, we had animal shows to watch. Every Sunday, we would watch the Wonderful World of Disney and it would usually include exotic animals in their natural habitat or we could watch Marlin Perkins as he showed us the zebras on the savannahs of Africa. These shows demonstrated the beauty, oddity and differences in our world. The animals were humanized and we felt closer to a wildebeest and had respect for the wolverine. 40 years later, we still have those animal shows but our need for oddities is not quenched by a blue tongue skink or zorse. Reality TV is the new Wild Kingdom and Jeff Probst is the new Marlin Perkins. We have become the animals and watching them is akin to laughing at the silly monkey in the cage. Does anybody else find this sad?

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          Thursdays are reserved for coupling. We don’t expect everyone to go out there and hump on a loved one but wouldn’t it be nice? Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we all woke up on Thursday knowing that all the adults would be in good moods or too busy getting busy to care? And if we are elected President of the World, we will institute this as law. We can see them doing a reality show about us: ‘Lee and Paul: Presidents and Lovers’. Ah, but this is a few years away and we still need to talk about Reality Shows that are a good example of human relations. Does it even exist?


          Lee says: We know that Reality TV can be the death knell to a relationship. We have seen it time and again where a couple or family do a reality show and they implode from the heat of the stage lights. Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey, The Hogans, Paris and Nicole are just a few who have suffered the cruel pressure of living under a microscope. However, we have found that there is another couple who have been doing this for a while and they seem to be doing alright.


          I like ‘Guiliana and Bill’ on the Style Network. First of all, they are not so young that their immaturity clouds the show and yet they are fresh enough that you can see them working out their relationship. There is plenty of the staged, fakey scripted shit you see on other shows and yet, every episode demonstrates at least one scene where the veneer is taken down and you see some real emotions. Whether it was anger or frustration or sheer grief and empathy, these two actually feel things for each other. For example, the episode this season where they discuss Bill’s father and how he died of kidney cancer. Bill is seen to emote and Guiliana shares the moment with him and cries as well. Or when she is nervous during a visit to the infertility specialist and he puts on a glove and jokes around.


          I guess those moments’ elicited memories for me; memories of my husband sharing stories about his grandmother (who also happens to be Elizabeth) and how she was always supportive of him. Or the times we were at the gynecologist’s office whether it was infertility or when I was pregnant and Paul would goof around and make me laugh. You know the funny part where your husband puts his arm around the doctor and looks in while the speculum is inside? Or, my personal favorite, when Paul would grab the ultrasound wand and talk dirty to me. Yeah, he’s a pig but he is my pig. I will always be grateful to him for distracting me and reminding me at the end of the day it is only about him and me. 


          I also like Bill and Guiliana as people. They are not pretentious and any semblance that they are celebrity is relegated to what they do for a living; it isn’t who they are. This is so important because fame or failure does not define you. What you do does not define you. The definition of a man or woman is simply about who they are being. Being genuine. Being loving. Being goofy. Being vulnerable. These are all the wonderful makings of people who will be able to relate to their partner. Two celebrities are unable to be in relationship because each of them is like a planet with atmospheres and satellites. When they circle each other as planets (celebrities) that big of a gravitational pull would ultimately either suck the oxygen from the other or cause them to collide and explode.


          If you watch the other shows where the relationship imploded you will see that the people were being ‘celebrities’ and that that was their personality. There was no vulnerability. And so that we are clear, being demanding and bitchy is not being real. If that were true I would have an Oscar by now. I’m talking rip-out-my-heart this is who I am: chubby, mushy and a little unstable. That makes a real couple and that is reality.  
         

          Paul says: I love the chubby, mushy and a little unstable diva of my life. I think that we would make a great reality show. One full hour of me looking longingly at Lee. No? I can do it while snorting Girl Scout cookies off of her ass.

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          We tend to wake up extra early on Wednesdays. Maybe it’s the smell of fresh brewed coffee wafting over to our side of the villa or perhaps the chef has prepared fresh bread and home churned butter for our breakfast. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because we get to talk shit about celebrities. Since we make our own coffee and the chef is either one of us, the other two possibilities are not really viable. This week we are dissecting the effects of reality TV on relationships and today we will take a stab at Celebreality shows that show everyone the seedier and more grotesque side of celebrity.


          Lee says: We aren’t really Reality show watchers. I have admitted to watching Celebrity Rehab and its offspring but have an aversion to pseudo reality and celebrities that stretch the limits of what I would consider a celebrity. Perhaps this would be a good opportunity to set up some celebrity ground rules:


          A person is a celebrity if:


           1.  At least more than one group of people know who the hell you are (ie. If you are a wrestler and wrestlers and wrestling fans know you, that isn’t enough).
           2.  You can’t be a celebrity for being a whore (sorry, that would pretty much kill the ‘careers’ of most pseudo-celebs. I mean, if I could have marketed certain things from my sex skill set I would still be getting offers to be on one of these stupid shows.)
           3.  At least one child has been inspired by their skills (ie. As much as I would like to think that my masterful oral skills would have made me a celebrity, this rule would completely take me out of the running. Except, of course, if the child was extremely precocious and his parent’s allowed him to read tabloids.)


          Yeah, I’m pretty tired of watching whores on shows like Flavor of Love and Rock of Love become celebrities. If being a bimbo is all it takes then I feel I wasted myself on things like etiquette and an education. Sure I can fake it. I can pull someone’s weave and call them a bitch but would I have the same wild eyed look of desperation that these skanks have because they have nothing else in life? No, probably not. I can always fall back on my graduate degrees and my ability to use the right fork.


          But what about those people who were somebody and no longer shine as bright as before. I’m talking about people who have actually done something here in the arts whether it was in acting or singing and now are left with crappy residuals and the occasional appearance at an Arby’s Grand Opening. The ‘celebrities’ who participate in things like Big Brother or ‘I’m a Celebrity Get me Out of Here’ or are the one hit wonders, has-been, wannabeens that make us squint hard to recognize them. Then, to add to their already tanked career, they pull the diva trip on TV. Seriously? Weren’t you just bussing tables at Chuck E Cheese?


          Now, I am not saying all Celebrity reality is shit. There are some that have a glimmer of value to them in terms of what they teach us about the human condition. Shows like Celebrity Fit Club which bring out the bloated has been and virtually restart their careers is one of them. Come on, if anyone saw Screech show the world what a douchtastic asshole he was, you know this is good TV. You see he thought he could make a comeback by being the antithesis of what he played on ‘Saved by the Bell’. He thought being a total fucktard and sleaze would ingratiate him with the TV public. He thought that having a sex-tape, starting beefs with some of his co-stars and having a big dick would help him out of foreclosure. No such luck.


          You see for all the salacious shit they put on TV, we, the viewing public, are still the gate-keepers of who becomes famous. Let us all lock the gates tightly and not let these talentless fucks hijack our airwaves. Let’s all pitch in and get a huge trash truck and pick up the likes of Tila Tequila, New York and the cast of Jersey Shore and chuck them into a volcano. Sure that might inflame the fire gods but think of the ratings.

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