by Kim Jackson

So, it’s the day of the aftermath. Everyone’s running around attempting to find out who sat on their sofas and allowed their brains to be turned into a gooey mush from watching celebrities dancing. Look, if you watch it; bully for you, but I just can’t do it.

• I don’t care who tried to snatch off who’s wig.
• I don’t care who got a rose
• I don’t care who’s stiff on the dance floor
• I don’t care who’s voice cracked while singing for music stars

There are so many water cooler conversations that can shut down production of a workday.

• Libyan war
• Japan and the clean up
• Gas prices
• The NFL Lock…(sniff, sniff…sorry, this is a very touchy subject for me)…Lockout

Why does it have to be dribble? Is this what we have been reduced to as a civilization? All I’m saying is that 85% of the reality TV that is aired and viewed by millions makes me feel like my brain is shrinking and turning into liquid goo. I can just feel myself becoming dumber by the second when I attempt to watch those shows. Now, before you crack your knuckles to type an ‘outraged’ comment. I’m not saying that I don’t watch ANY reality shows. What I’m saying is that I prefer reality shows that show triumph; not which contestant got the rose and proposal, but who persevered through the sweat, tears, and pain and lost hundreds of pounds. Reality shows with substance and true human interest items.

• The fight for someone against their vices
• The discovered lineage of an entertainer
• The new home that replaced the old one; changing the occupants’ lives.
• Anything on the preparing of food. I got burned out on fried chicken, hamburgers, and pork chops decades ago and love anything that give ideas on culinary arts.

So, tonight when you sit down in front of the television; can you do something for me? Be counterproductive to the brain shrinkage…doing some reading after the madness has gone off the air for the evening.