Reality TV is a scourge. A guilty pleasure, but a scourge nevertheless. The worst and most virulent pox upon the television landscape (and this is a tightly contested race - I'm looking at YOU, Fox network) is The Moment of Truth. (look! Fox and Pox! It's a Dr. Seuss book...from Hell.)
So let me get this straight: we are going to take the most morally sketchy individuals we can find (and does anyone else notice how many of them seem to be women? I don't watch the show, the commercials are a veritable Estrogen Extravaganza) and we REWARD them (monetarily) for telling the truth for ONCE in their ethically bankrupt lives? They squeeze out a few crocodile tears and ruin a few lives and walk away with dollar bills floating in their wake like the Monopoly Guy. And people tune in and boo them or cheer them or...what DO they do, exactly? Feel superior, I guess. I know I do.
Now, you can make an argument for "it's only money" and blah blah but that's just what these people want: 5 minutes of greasy fame and a bunch of cash. I guess, though, that it's the logical extension of daytime talk shows ("Oh Maury, I just don't know which of these 11 guys is the father of my baby. ")
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