Every Tuesday night during the summer, I eat dinner and go for a walk in the park. Then, I come home and veg on the couch in our living room. I put my feet up and I turn on the TV and I watch "America's Got Talent". Now, since I spend the rest of my life reading, writing, researching, working, going to class, and otherwise training my brain, I figure it's okay to sit down once a week and enjoy some mind-numbing trash on TV. But last week my mind started to wander while someone was singing or dancing or blowing something up. I've always thought that reality TV was just harmless albeit stupid entertainment, but is it really?
Even if reality TV is innocent fun, I firmly believe that someone needs to put its producers on some sort of binge diet and force them to reduce their programming by at least half. There are approximately three million and thirteen shows about dating and finding true love in an overly contrived situation, and fifty-seven thousand shows about whimsical but over-priced cakes. And that's to say nothing about all of the dancing and singing competitions, or shows about all of America's extraordinary families and their 21 children. So now every time I turn on the TV, I'm stuck watching some sort of reality show and every five minutes I need to check whether my brain is leaking out of my ears.
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