“I
can do that,” I would say to myself. In
fact, that’s pretty much how I spent college.
As
I got a little older, reality television started to evolve. It became more about
adult themes, such as home renovation, with shows like “This Old House,” “Trading
Spaces,” “Flip This House,” “Flipping Out,” and “Designed to Sell,” “While You
Were Out,” “Take Home Handyman” and “Over Your Head.”
“I
can do that,” I would say to myself. At the very least, I could be the
boneheaded husband who needs to be bailed out. I’ve been doing that for years
with my dad.
Reality
television then tackled food with shows like “Iron Chef,” “Top Chef,”
“Chopped,” “The Next Food Network Star,” “Take Home Chef,” “Dinner Impossible”
and “Best in Smoke.”
“I
can do that,” I would say to myself. No one can question my authority on
eating. Just give me a Weber grill, a secret ingredient and 20 minutes.
Of
course, with all that eating, reality television was bound to discover weight
loss with shows like “The Biggest Loser,” “Celebrity Fit Club,” “Extreme
Makeover: Weight Loss,” “Food
Revolution” and “Heavy.”
“I
can do that,” I would say to myself. I once lost more than 60 pounds before
finding a lot of it back. Point me toward the Lean Cuisine and a $250,000 prize.
Once
everybody got fit, reality television found something for them to wear with
fashion shows such as “Project Runway,” “Ambush
Makeover,” and “What Not to Wear.”
“I
can do that,” I would say to myself. No
one looks more outdated than me. Check out the black socks and sweatpants.
Lately,
reality TV seems to be mostly about going into The Bayou and wrestling
alligators, wild hogs and various other beasts with shows such as “Swamp
Brothers,” “Swamp People,” “American Hoggers” and “Billy the Exterminator.”
I
can do … oh, never mind, I better stick with the partying, painting, eating,
exercising and shopping.
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