Love is in the air…
Ain’t that a load of #@%!
No worries, Jeremy – this is NOT a rant intended to deflate your romantic momentum (I am genuinely happy about all-things-Amy and fortunately, love is obviously in the cards for you). But I have to vent.
What am I supposed to think when the heroes I once idolized, who I thought represented ideal love and won my heart in the forever-after fairy tales – what if these heart throbs turned out to be more pathetic and miserable that me?
It’s like telling me that the tooth fairy doesn’t exist and popping my love balloon. Sorry.
Do you realize that I have built my entire love ideology around John Cusak and Andrew McCarthy and Scott Baio? These were the men who played flirty, but were innocent – who were sensitive and sophisticated – who had quirks though we all knew they were emotionally intelligent. Every guy wanted to be them, every girl wanted them. (I did, anyway.)
Now, thanks to the momentum of reality TV, I now know that Scott Baio is 45 and Single (plus, I can’t believe that it is the title of the show!). These shows are getting to be too much for me. But I can’t stop watching. I have truly become a voyeur of dysfunction. And it’s affecting my love life and perhaps even reducing my capacity to love. Maybe the fact that I don’t have a love life could be a direct result of watching these shallow shows. OMG – am I truly down with love? I’m beginning to think love doesn’t even exist. Why should it – Scott Baio is 45 and he’s still single. That could be me.
Anyway, I’ve been watching this show religiously (and witnessing my ‘totally radical’ childhood memories become tainted). The show literally follows Scott Baio as he reconnects with his ex-flings, lovers, girlfriends and asks them why he’s 45 and still single. And these girls don’t hesitate one bit when exposing Scott’s deepest, darkest secrets (and let’s just say that his being a non-committal guy is the least of his problems).
Tell me, why does this show exist? Isn’t reality TV supposed to be anything BUT reality? Aren’t I supposed to say “Man, my life is awesome compared to theirs,†when I watch these shows? Instead, I’m watching Scott Baio struggling to find ‘the one’ as he experiences a difficult time in the process and thinking, “Man, he’s going through similar things that I’m going through.†How is this supposed to make me feel? I’ll tell you how it makes me feel – it sucks. It’s too real.
I might have to put a season of Jerry Springer on my Netflix queue just so I can regain my sanity.
What’s next in non-reality reality TV? VH1s John Cusak: Just Say Anything, as long as it’s not romantic?
I think I would have to take a vow of celibacy if that happened.
