Reality TV Must Go


Whenever I start a post with the words “Okay, so I’m…” you know you are in for a rant. Or as an ex-boss used to call it a screed. 

Okay, so I’m flipping through the channels last night, waiting for the Mets to come on, and as I often do I stop by the Food Network to see what Emeril’s cooking and I see some cake baking contest. Men and women are baking cakes in the shape and costume of Disney characters—not that there’s anything wrong with it, if you catch my drift.
One woman is in tears because her character does not look life-like enough. The drama builds when one man’s cake, in the form of The Little Mermaid (Do I have to TM that?), has a sagging issue. The mermaid’s head was beginning to droop and was in jeopardy of– Are you sitting down?– falling off.
Now I like reality TV as much as the next person, but I’m beginning to favor my reality live. I know I can’t stage a Survivor, or Hell’s Kitchen, but come on?  Aren’t we getting a little carried away with all this drivel?   The networks love it because it doesn’t cost much to produce. No writers, not too many art directors, prop people or writer residuals. After cakes, what’s next? It can only go downhill from here.