In the great abyss which is the new reality television, producers are willing to sink lower and lower in order to gather our attention. Whereas reality TV was once an original concept (with an albeit absurd premise–that what we would see in the fishbowl on the screen would represent some kind of reality), it’s now been done to death.
The latest offerings from VH1 are the nadir (the Ralph Nadir, if you will):
Celebrities on a diet (Daniel Baldwin vs. the judge from Divorce Court), a burgeoning reality-romance featuring Brigitte Nielson and Flava Flav, and the new edition of the Surreal Life, featuring a whole lot of people I’ve never heard of, and Christopher Knight, AKA Peter Brady.
He looks as he did all those decades ago, that Peter Brady. He always was a hunk, even as a gawky teenager. 
Tonight, I took a break from grovelling-for-money (aka fellowship applications with looming deadlines), and my current reality was pretty frustrating. In the offerings of the local cable service, frankly, I was fit for nothing more sophisticated than reality TV tonight.
And I saw clean-as-a-whistle Peter Brady (who’s gotta be 47 now) getting a lap dance in prime time on a Sunday night.
All my illusions are now shattered.
If this is reality, I’ll take some more fiction, please.
On the other hand, here’s some real reality: the Children of Iraq
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That is a compelling photo essay, I ran it on Iraq Election day.
There is still some truth and hope in the saying ‘boys will be boys’.
I feel that he will steal has that boy look in him at his age of be 49 soon.
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