I don’t get to watch television much anymore, originally because I didn’t have a TV, then I couldn’t find time for it in my school schedule, but I recently realized why it was not such a bad thing when I saw Real Chance of Love for the first time, and I realized why it was so easy to let go. I was told by the ‘friends’ I was watching it with that this was a show based around people who participated, and lost, in another dating show called I Love New York, who got that show by being on Flavor of Love, which was the aborted mess that came from his relationship on the Surreal Life. It would be like giving Steve Buscemi’s minor bellhop character in Barton Fink a spinoff movie of his own where we watch him shine shoes for two hours, then making a movie about the person who supplies him with shoe polish tallying up his inventory, followed by a film about that person’s milkman driving his empty truck home and of course each person would get their own trilogy. Television has become some sick and empty version of six degrees of separation that acts like black hole of entertainment. But on the bright side, now people who want to be on TV don’t have to worry about getting a good agent, working, having talent, or fucking the right people, they just simply have to wait for the right non list celebrity to refuse to date them on national TV.
Blog #1-Merlin Jones
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