Reality isn't Real.

I am growing a little impatient for all the pseudo-famous people who have no talent to speak of other than drug problems and sleeping with other pseudo famous people. What happened to the "underground?" And by that I mean there used to be some integrity with a struggling actor or musician or comedian. Granted, comedians and musicians have a special place in my heart, being the career field I wish I had the chops to thrive in, but alas, this is about them, not me!

With reality shows like The Hills, Jersey Shore, and pretty much any show on E! that isn't Chelsea Lately or The Soup, more and more random starry (or glossy) eyed young twenty-somethings are becoming famous for no apparent reason. The most discouraging thing isn't this fact itself, but the deeper problem: we keep making celebrities out of these (as Greg Giraldo would say,) "half-a-tards." Like our mothers always used to say, "if you don't pay any attention to them, they'll sooner or later stop acting that way." But as good ole' Dr. Pavlov proved, we kept giving these seemingly normal people (and by that I mean terrible actors in clearly scripted shows) little doggie treats.

We are so pop-culture centered that we know almost nothing about what's going on in the real world. You remember the real world? Not the MTV show, that thing that exists outside of your TV, computer, Twitter account, and it sure as hell isn't a game on Facebook. It isn't an application for your IPad. You can't experience it on YouTube. It's the real world.

But, sadly I'm probably preaching to the choir already, as anyone reading this probably already knows me and my beliefs already. Yes, as previously stated, I come from the family where they would all rather watch a show called Swamp People on the History Channel about some inbred alligator hunters than the news. Not just my "crazy hippie liberal news," but ANY news.

This is your world people; and it's the only one we're going to get. Get involved in something substantial, and stop giving Milkbones to the Girls Next Door.