This show is probably the most unreal of all reality shows I’ve watched so far. The camera angles, the voice over, and the close-ups exceed even the best edited Sober House with Dr. Drew. Hey I’m a big fan of that one too!

My fascination with Reality TV has made a lot of sense out of Mr. HIH’s interest in retro wrestling. There was a time back in the day when I would harass him over watching WWF or WWE whatever it’s called. He tried to explain that even though the storylines were outrageous and the matches choreographed he couldn’t stop himself from watching.

Exactly!

It doesn’t matter if a show is unreal reality because either way we can be a voyeur for a moment. We can hope that Kirstie isn’t telling a big fat lie about her Big Life.

What do you think of her new show? Have you checked out her new diet tonics yet?

Visit http://www.kirstiealley.com to find out more.

For show times and to watch episodes online click here.

Why should we be surprised by a family creating an elaborate hoax to get more publicity? This is 2009 and in the last decade the reality of reality TV has gone from good, bad and now the inevitable, an ugly helium balloon.

Reality TV seemed like a swell idea. Remember MTV’s Real World? It felt like a sociology class experiment put together in a new and artful way. Then along came the survival shows, the biggest losers, the American idols, the girls next door, wife swapping, and rockers, rappers and wannabes handing out passes to their future lovers.

We’ve watched celebs in their houses and families larger than the Brady Bunch adding on another car seat to their school bus at home. We’ve felt guilty watching the breakdown and public separation of the Gosselin family yet still we watch the scripted antics of non actors acting out unreality we call Reality TV. All this unreality in the name of reality must alter our perceptions of what happens in the name of publicity. These days 15 minutes of fame can go on for a decade.

Our television dial has already been tuned to a different channel. Another dimension in time, a bit like The Twilight Zone, things that seemed bizarre before are now common place on the boob tube. I’m reminded of Bela Lugosi’s classic scene directed by Ed Wood in the film Glen or Glenda.

“Pull the string! Pull the string! A mistake is made. A story must be told.” In this case it’s more like “Don’t pull the (expletive) string! I mean tether!”

Sadly, I have a strange addiction to bad reality TV. You know the kind that includes strategically casting people to live in an abstractly decorated house ?

Usually these shows are scripted, edited and give the illusion that we’re watching through a little peephole also known as the boob tube in our living room. Which leads me to the other ingredients that make a good, or should I say bad, reality TV series.

Boobs, booze, and contest earnings!

Many of the most entertaining shows are created with a super structure of clever rules. Throw in a bunch of nice looking or even shocking individuals wanting to be famous, add a fully stocked bar, and you have a recipe for mass chaos.

VH1 came out with their Rock of Love Charm School this week. I checked out the sneak premiere on Vh1.com and I have to admit I’ve got to tune in next time. Like I said, it’s a strange addiction. I never said I was proud of it.

I didn’t watch the first Charm School, but I did watch a couple seasons from the Rock of Love series with Brett Michaels. I also had a fascination with The Osbourne’s. This season, Sharon Osbourne, wife and manager to Rock n Roll legend Ozzy, is the host and final judge of Charm School 2.

If you don’t mind bad reality TV, you can view the supertrailer for Rock of Love Girls Charm School by clicking here.

Be honest, is there anyone else out there addicted to bad reality TV, anyone? Come on, there’s got to be at least one of you!