
The thing about bad reality TV is that, it wouldn’t exist if there weren’t addicts, freaks, morons, fame-f**kers, and weirdos to populate the shows. Yes, reality television exploits these people, and often exaggerates their issues. But the Honey Boo Boo show wouldn’t exist if there weren’t a Honey Boo Boo, Hoarders wouldn’t exist unless there were real-life hoarders, the Real Housewives wouldn’t exist unless there were dilatory, fame-whore housewives with wealthy husband enablers. Reality television, sadly, is more of a mirror to our cultural erosion rather than its chief cause. Spend an hour at any Wal-Mart in the country (no offense to Wal-Mart shoppers), and you’ll likely see at least half a dozen reality-show prospects.
This video right here, amusing though it is, is sadly indicative of that. It’s from the reality game show, “Moment of Truth,” in which contestants take a polygraph test then are asked increasingly personal questions. If they lie, they forego their cash prize, which can reach $25,000. In the clip below, a man is asked if he’s attracted to any of his wife’s sisters, if he’s ever slept with any of his friend’s girlfriends, etc., etc. While watching it, your first instinct will be, “This show is horrible (and it is!), kind of gross, unreasonably exploitative.”
But then the punchline comes at the very end of the one-minute 14 second clip, a moment in which you lose complete sympathy for the asshole undergoing the exam, remind yourself that he subjected himself to this, that he’s doing it for money, and that he and his family are as big a part of the problem as the show itself. This lousy reality game show is simply giving these people a stage upon which to let the world know how much they suck.
Stick around until the 1:13 mark.



Is it dubbed over in Arabic because it’s an Al Qaeda recruitment video?
Let’s not pretend this is just a white trash issue.
I was in Target, a.k.a. Fancy Wal-Mart, last night, and I heard some lady announce, “Where is [Kid's name that I can't remember]? I am gonna’ whup his ass.”
Loudly. In Public.
And then another lady cut in front of me in the check-out line, tried to pay with what I assume was a stolen credit card and literally RAN out of the store when it was declined.
And then I saw two police cars pull up with their lights on.
TLDR; what is wrong with people?
Maybe the kid was in the getaway car for the other lady?
The lady who cut in front of you was a rogue government agent. She cut in front of you because the “missing kid” was actually a CIA hitman she’d already taken out, and the “mother” was his handler.
What’s wrong with people is The Man keeping secrets from The People. If you hadn’t been in her way when she needed to get out of there, she’d have blown this whole thing wide open, and had sex with Jeremy Renner.
This is all your fault.
We just need to stop our slowing-down-to-look-at-a-car-crash mentality with respect to tv shows and then maybe I’ll feel better about our culture.
Yeah, these shitty people would exist anyway, but we’re giving them reason to believe they’re not total wastes of flesh. Also, and I’ll be honest and say this probably makes me way more bitter than it should, we’re paying them outrageous sums of money to continue being completely loathsome human beings. We’re encouraging them. It’s gross.
I wonder if they’ll do another follow up to see if the wife the new tits is still with Casanova.
People used to want to be famous for doing something great. Now they want to be famous for being famous. I think we can safely blame reality tv for that.
Amen. I wouldn’t say that Reality-TV-is-a-root vs. Reality-TV-is-a-product are mutually exclusive. Certainly the tail wags the dog and vice-versa. FWIW I recently saw a children’s shirt for sale in a store that had a graphic reading: “When I grow up I want to be:
a Doctora Teachera FiremanFAMOUS!!!”
It was at Target, not Wal-Mart.
Absolutely one of those shirts that was designed to be ironic but that will not be worn that way.
And this was a shirt for, like, a five year old. Five year olds don’t wear shirts ironically, they wear shirts their parents BUY THEM. Guh.
Look away, look away, look away, look at Warming Glow, giggle, look away, look away…
The culture remains manageable. I’ll keep paying taxes as long as the culture can keep Honey Boo Boo off my lawn.
I think they’ve got a spray for that.
Which means a trip to the Walmart. Cruel world.
The voice over at the end of that clip can’t be real, can it? If so, that’s…that’s just…wow.
I just threw up in my mouth a little and my soul is weeping.
Anyone looking for a good laugh from this topic, youtube the clip where Patton Oswald was a guest on Adam Carolla’s show and listen to them talk about Snooki and the new reality show mindset everyone has.