Watch This Show—And Die a Little Inside
So, yeah, this Hollywood writers’ strike thing is rough. My favorite shows are off the air until who knows when. (I miss you desperately, The Office and 30 Rock.) BUT—upside!—what the strike has provided us with is an abundance of insanely amazing reality TV. And by insanely amazing, I mean almost too embarrassing to watch and as painful as a thousand paper cuts with that really thick, manila envelope paper. The best kind.
Tonight marks the latest installment in what I like to call Yes, This Actually Qualifies As “Entertainment”: How Low Can We Go? It’s called Miss America: Reality Check. I smell LOADS of potential here. It features Dallas’ own Michael Urie (enough of an excuse for me to blog about it), who’s desperate enough for work with Ugly Betty on indefinite hiatus to host, and features this year’s 52 Miss America contestants living under the same roof. The premise of the show is to “undo everything they have learned about pageant basics and determine if their smarts, attitudes, and looks hold up in contemporary society … [to] redefine what it takes to be Miss America, a relatable and individual ‘it girl’ who can connect with today’s modern woman.” Awe. Some.
Only problem? These girls are pros—if nothing else, they know how to make themselves look good. For crying out loud, they’ve been doing this since their crazy stage mothers prematurely pushed them to at age 3. The producers are looking for drama, and I’m afraid they’re not going to get it. The girls likely won’t do anything to mess up their chance to be crowned the winner. I mean, come on, it’s not Miss USA. Regardless, set your Tivos for TLC at 9 PM tonight.
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