I have resisted the call of Survivor...mostly because I was not invited to Survivor parties.
I have stayed away from American Idol...mostly because I want to be seen as someone who is not a follower, but rather a leader.
I have avoided America's Next Top Model, Housewives in the OC, Big Brother, America's Got Talent, So You Think You Can Dance, Dancing with the Stars, The Bachelor, Project Runway, Beauty and the Geek, Celebrity Fit Club and Elimidate because...well...because they are stupid.
But as I think about it, it may be time to come out of the closet and announce that I am a reality TV fan...
I liked Joe Millionaire...both of them.
I enjoyed Fear Factor and Punk'd...yes, they count as reality.
Extreme Home Makeover makes me cry on Sunday nights...yes, I cry when I watch it. And I am okay with that.
I can't wait for The Contender to come on again. (Closet Boxing Fan)
All of this occurred this morning when I was reviewing my Wednesday evening in my head.
Claire came over for dinner...a quick meal of Pork Chops with Cream Sauce and Garlic Bread (Yes, I made it from scratch)...off to a girl's group for her and then the WWJE time for me.
Claire called after her group..."Want to hang out?" "Sure", I said.
When she walked in, I was watching Top Chef. She got excited that a new episode was coming on...frankly, so was I.
It is here that we faced a hard decision. Watch Top Chef or finish Beverly Hills Cop.
Eddie Murphy was waiting. He hates to wait and I can't wait to finish that great comedy of the 80's. Claire has never seen it and we are getting to the end. How could we not pick it.
I dunno, but we didn't. We watched a Quick Fire Challenge and an Elimination Challenge. We critiqued the food and the people. We groaned when Andrew won immunity, got excited about the Squid Ceviche with Soy-Balsamic Tapioca.
I can't believe what I have turned into. It hurts me deep to even think that I like this stuff. My soul is bruised this morning.
I am sad and Eddie is still waiting.