No Wire Hangers

March 21st, 2008Blog1 comment

A while ago I was wondering if reality TV could sink any lower than Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew. Well, it can and it has: I Know My Kid’s a Star (via my favorite feminist snarky blog Jezebel)

This is a team-based reality show where deluded stage parents and their terrified children are pitted against each other with Danny Bonaduce supervising. The contestants are all horrific stereotypes selected for maximum conflict. They say things to their children like, “I’m a single mom, it’s up to you (nine year old kid) to buy us our dream house”. Everyone is grilled about a Hollywood system that is described as a monstrous machine that grinds up the bones of orphans.

Celebrity Rehab is low, but at least it showcases actual adults exploiting themselves. They know what they’re getting into. But a show that crushes the dreams of children who are in the care (!?) and control of vile, Mommy Dearest parents? The concepts of good and evil have gotten a lot less subjective. And the worst part is that they’re playing for a pittance: The first (and only) prize is a mere $50k. The show isn’t just vile, it’s cheap.

Yeah, I watched the first episode. But my relationship with it is over. It was a bad first date.

But cheer up! Because someone has gone out and invented Bacon Salt.

Yes, Bacon Salt. Because everything should taste like bacon.