Guilty pleasure, total waste, whatever.
Why do we all wet ourselves over the weirdness of famous people? Sometimes not even famous people.
I totally do it too. I watched American Idol faithfully for more years than I care to admit. The Real World Seattle is, to this day, one of my favorite shows.
It’s not just TV, either. When we drive out in the sticks I find myself rubbernecking everything. At night especially – I love getting a glimpse into people’s houses, their nighttime life lit and framed in the windows.
Why is that? Why do I even care?
Care is a strong word, though. I know that I have no business looking like I do. My drive by nosiness isn’t invited, the reality tv is. Those people invite cameras in and the normal people I like to spy on have no clue.
I guess the moral of the story is, close your shades.