Damn You and Your Addictive Show!

I’ve never been a big watcher of reality television. Oh sure, I’ll make it, as long as someone pays me. Like I’ve said before, I can be bought. With money, or a swim in your pool. Anyway, the only show I’ve ever really watched was ‘The Average Joe” – the first one, in which they answer the question “Can a beauty find love with an average Joe?” No, apparently. Oh, and the weekend when I first hurt my back it was all “Surreal Life” all the time. Flava FLAVE!!!! HEH HEH!

On this season of American Idol a good friend of mine was an associate producer of the auditions, so I watched 2 hours of the show yesterday. I have several problems with the show, most stemming from the fact that these are all kids auditioning, basically, and I see everything through my mother glasses now, and I felt so bad for the ones they really made fun of. Like the really dumb guy who wore loose-fitting clothes in garish patterns and called himself “Flawless.” Or the little cowboy who made it to the next level simply because Simon finds him amusing. You KNOW that kid’s gonna get chewed up and spit out, and he comes from a town of FOUR PEOPLE. He’s never even sung in front of humans! And he’s so cute and young you just want to cuddle him and say “Don’t listen to the big bad man, little cowboy.”

So imagine my chagrin when at the end of last night’s episode I found myself thinking “I have to remember to Tivo this next week” because the rock star guy with the wife and two kids that he adopted made it to the next round and I want to see how he does. OKAY! I GET IT! NOW I AM HOOKED ON AMERICAN IDOL! Next thing you know I’ll be downloading podcasts and music videos to my i-phone and bopping along to them on the bus.