Monday, October 6, 2008
My name is Sten ... and I watch reality shows.
I give a squeal of glee when "Project Runway" comes on at odd hours of the night and nothing goes better with a midnight snack than a rerun of "Iron Chef." (Though once I almost lost said snack when watching one of the chefs cut up a live octopus.)
I'll daydream about going on "Survivor" and showing the world how tough and smart I am or getting a whole new look on "What Not To Wear." C'mon ... who doesn't want $5,000 to go shopping in New York?
But most of all, I would LOVE to go on "The Amazing Race." The idea of traveling the world, solving clues, competing in challenges of the body and mind would be a dream come true. It would be the adventure of a life time.
Then there are the shows that make me want to throw up in my mouth.
"Fear Factor." I'm all about the awesome stunts, but in all honesty ... I don't think I could gobble down live bugs or partially developed chicken eggs.
"The Bachelor." The idea of vying for a complete stranger with 24 other women doesn't exactly put the rainbow sprinkles on my ice cream cone. Love may be an age old game, but it shouldn't be a competition. Especially since most of the men on that show are no prize.
Now ... the show I would have the LEAST interest of ever being even on ... drum roll ... "Flavor of Love." You have to be a hard core Public Enemy fan, deaf, blind, or desperate to be on television. I am none of those. If ever given one of his ridiculous over-sized clocks I would:
A. Hang myself.
B. Use the reflective surface to send out an S.O.S.
C. Count down the minutes until Amazing Race came on.