I am a reality TV junkie. Seriously. As I write this, "American Idol" is on after we finished watching "Kim and Kourtney in Miami". "The Bachelor" was on last night, and my co-worker and I are planning a virtual viewing party for next week's finale. And I'm counting down the days to "Dancing with the Stars".
Why do I love reality TV? I think part of it is the escapism. I can watch the Kardashians and dream of having a life like theirs. Then I watch "Hoarders" and appreciate the life I have.
I also receive a varied education from reality television. "Extreme Couponing" taught me how to save sixty percent off my grocery bill while "Selling New York" gave me tips on how to show homes in their best light. I learned how to lighten up my favorite comfort foods on "Not My Mama's Kitchen". And how not to install my own kitchen cabinets on "Renovation Realities."
But the emotional education I've received can not have a price placed on it. I learned how much compassion I have for others after seeing "Intervention" and graduated from Oprah's "Lifeclass" and "Master Class". I discovered my love language, my learning style and how to discover my passion.
Reality TV gets a bad reputation based on a handful of shows. Some of that is deserved. But there is a wealth of information ready to be explored. Lives examined and changed.
And how does reality TV relate to my writing life? It's a lot like "American Idol". When you find the right voice, the right song/story and put them together, then you'll find where you're supposed to be. For me, that's Harlequin Heartwarming.