Degradation

I’ve decided that reality television is the fat, lazy whore of the television programming whorehouse. Nobody really wants to look at her, nobody really feels good about themselves afterward, but they’re much easier to find, and much less expensive to keep around. They don’t have to make much of an effort – there’s always a market of poor pathetic souls who will keep them in business, because as much as we want a pretty girl, at the end of the day, sleazy and slutty gets the job done for far too many. Put a fat bitch in a bikini, and you know somebody’s gonna watch, whether this actually turns them on, or just for the novelty of it. As the pimps of our tv whorehouse, TV executives know that most people would rather have something really attractive, something with some depth of character. Just like we’d ideally like our women to be gorgeous, intelligent, funny, and exciting, we want our television to be entertaining, emotionally involving, funny, and multi-layered. Unfortunately, these are more difficult to find, and are much higher maintenance, which means more costly to our TV executive pimps. So they continue to cater to the lowest common denominator, lowering the standards for us, and too many people continue buying. And the bastards that just want to get laid are ruining the whorehouse. My advice – lets raise our collective standards, and stop consuming trash. Maybe then we’ll get something worth looking at.

And if this little allegory offended any women, men, whores, reality tv fans, pimps, tv executives, or Native Americans, fuck yourself, and stop watching filth.