Reality TV

This thing has to end.

I mean, all trends, all things, for that matter, end, right?

When are people going to stop settling for forced, compressed, totally scripted nonsense to take the place of going outside for a walk or pulling a good book off the shelf or rolling up their sleeves and creating something of their very own?

These makeover shows are the embodiment of American short-attention-span-disoder, and pander directly to the vain, mean-spirited shallowness to which the capable intellect is by design obliged to offer as much resistance as possible. "You look sooo great now! (now that we've destroyed you and replaced you with our you)".

Home redecorating? Monster motorcycles? Island survival (without the relevant Lord Of The Flies context or consequence)? Mobster wives and their spoiled thug children? Televised poker.
T E L E V I S E D P O K E R.

Take my feeding tube out now, I have to get back to making comics.