Guilty as Charged
Something about seeing Uchenna and Joyce win The Amazing Race last night just really made my day. Yes, I probably watch too much reality TV (sans American Idol, of course).
I’ll get it under control eventually.
If you yourself watch a lot of television outside the caliber of PBS and Discovery, check out the guys over at Entertainment Weekly. They’re really good at dishing out weekly reality roundups and they’re cheaper than a Tivo if you have to miss the occasional episode.
They even touched on the exact karma-laden thought I was having after contemplating last night’s climactic finish.
Even a cynic like me was glad to see Uchenna and Joyce win. They were polite to everyone, mutually supportive, and intent on paying their debts. To wish them ill would be like hitting a wounded baby bird over the head with another wounded baby bird. And who could begrudge them their victory after they proclaimed they would use the money to have a baby, whether through in vitro or adoption? I was rooting for Rob and Amber for a while, but what comparable goals would they have for the winnings? ”We’re gonna spend this money on a giant solid-gold vault to hold all our other money!”
All three teams were praying to God by the end (Rob kissed his St. Anthony medal while searching for the cigar store: Is he the patron saint of reality stars? Or of Massholes?), a disingenuous act that usually makes me cringe: The idea of someone really thinking God might invest anything in deciding who wins a reality show seems a bastardization of religion. And yet with this one ending so moralistically, I thought just maybe God had something to do with it. I mean, if I were God, I’d certainly think, ”I usually don’t get involved, but if Uchenna and Joyce don’t win this, then I’m really a douchebag.”
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