Love in a Meat Market
I’m of a belief that romantic activity is meant to be private. This isn’t out of some degree of prudishness or anything. I’m not offended by what other people might discuss of their private lives or their sex lives or whatever, that’s their prerogative. Just don’t expect me to join in.
I can’t help but be confronted by this when I see all of these ridiculous “dating” reality shows, such as The Bachelor and The Bachelorette. I feel bad for the people who actually believe that a) this is how dating should work and b) that these ridiculous cattle calls lead to functional and/or successful relationships.
Most of these shows have no actual connection to reality. They generally feature pretty people who are probably screened by the show’s producers for “interesting personalities,” also known as the ability to generate drama and bullshit.
These shows lead to sham relationships, which the networks are very quiet about when they break up a few months later. Even the most scorned people in each run of the show are named the next Bachelor or Bachelorette. It’s like a feeder system.
I don’t actually know anyone who watches these shows, and I wonder if any percentage of the audience watches them ironically, completely aware that they are ridiculous and setting bad precedents for anyone who thinks of them as legitimate.
If you watch these shows and don’t share that above opinion, you might be what is wrong with this country.