I need a TV anonymous group
Aug. 25th, 2005 01:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fancytalkI watch too much television. I do have some standards of what I watch, but I watch way too much of it. Especially late at night when I'm home alone. At least I'm not watching Elimidate. My weakness is reality shows. Not Big Brother or Survivor, the first I couldn't get into and the last lost it's fascination after the first season. And I don't like the makeover shows where they take women and suck out the fat, insert saline, colagen and silicone, slap them in a new dress and Change Their Life.
Tonight, my new reality show find is Kicked Out.
Oh my. Side splitting funny. And I was not feeling sorry for the 24 year old boy who got kicked out of his parent's lavish home.
He's 24, lived at home, no job, but had a nice car, mobile phone and unlimited access to the Bank of D.A.D. Shouldn't we all be so lucky. He kept asking if it was a joke when he came home and found that his parents had packed everything in his room and left him with a suitcase, a pillow and sleeping bag. OK, so I'm thinking that this may be a bit too harsh.
No, he gets keys to an apartment. Damn! Just when I thought it was getting good. He does have to give up the mobile, the credit cards and the cash. But he still has access to the car. Obviously this is a soft version of getting booted out into the street.
The apartment isn't bad. It's not a luxurious 25 billion square feet of space, but there is plenty of room for one person. One bedroom, one bath, large living area, the kitchen even has a dishwasher, not bad at all. I've lived in worse places and had to pay rent. He complained that no one could live in a space that small. He was also left a crate that contained a pot with a lid, 2 dishes, 10 boxes of mac & cheese, some soup, a case of water and a couple of other items that I can't remember. He got rid of all the stuff he didn't like, including the mac & cheese because it wasn't Kraft. And he "had to have some meat, where's the meat". He was also lucky enough to receive $1500 to get him through the week. His comment on that measly amount - "I go through that in like 2 days". Just because you can doesn't mean you have to.
I had long since stopped feeling sorry for him. His first task was to clean the apartment. He was sent cleaning supplies to do that. Next task was to furnish the apartment. He's got $1500 for the week. He spent $1200 to furnish the apartment. He still needed to go grocery shopping. Someone should have explained the concept of budgeting to him.
And because he was so "successful" at surviving on his own, he gets to keep the apartment. The joy of not having to pay first, last or security deposits.
OK, so I sound bitter. It's not bitterness, it's annoyed-ness. I've also been watching My Super Sweet 16 and observing the teenagers and college students around here. There is a sense of entitlement that makes me shake my head in disgust. The things I overhear make me cringe. I believe in getting all the things you want and you shouldn't have to work yourself to death to get them, but there is no reason to expect those things to be handed to you just because you exist. You've got to work a little bit harder than that. Enough said.
Sorry about my tangent. If you want a good laugh, this show is a good place to start.
Tonight, my new reality show find is Kicked Out.
Oh my. Side splitting funny. And I was not feeling sorry for the 24 year old boy who got kicked out of his parent's lavish home.
He's 24, lived at home, no job, but had a nice car, mobile phone and unlimited access to the Bank of D.A.D. Shouldn't we all be so lucky. He kept asking if it was a joke when he came home and found that his parents had packed everything in his room and left him with a suitcase, a pillow and sleeping bag. OK, so I'm thinking that this may be a bit too harsh.
No, he gets keys to an apartment. Damn! Just when I thought it was getting good. He does have to give up the mobile, the credit cards and the cash. But he still has access to the car. Obviously this is a soft version of getting booted out into the street.
The apartment isn't bad. It's not a luxurious 25 billion square feet of space, but there is plenty of room for one person. One bedroom, one bath, large living area, the kitchen even has a dishwasher, not bad at all. I've lived in worse places and had to pay rent. He complained that no one could live in a space that small. He was also left a crate that contained a pot with a lid, 2 dishes, 10 boxes of mac & cheese, some soup, a case of water and a couple of other items that I can't remember. He got rid of all the stuff he didn't like, including the mac & cheese because it wasn't Kraft. And he "had to have some meat, where's the meat". He was also lucky enough to receive $1500 to get him through the week. His comment on that measly amount - "I go through that in like 2 days". Just because you can doesn't mean you have to.
I had long since stopped feeling sorry for him. His first task was to clean the apartment. He was sent cleaning supplies to do that. Next task was to furnish the apartment. He's got $1500 for the week. He spent $1200 to furnish the apartment. He still needed to go grocery shopping. Someone should have explained the concept of budgeting to him.
And because he was so "successful" at surviving on his own, he gets to keep the apartment. The joy of not having to pay first, last or security deposits.
OK, so I sound bitter. It's not bitterness, it's annoyed-ness. I've also been watching My Super Sweet 16 and observing the teenagers and college students around here. There is a sense of entitlement that makes me shake my head in disgust. The things I overhear make me cringe. I believe in getting all the things you want and you shouldn't have to work yourself to death to get them, but there is no reason to expect those things to be handed to you just because you exist. You've got to work a little bit harder than that. Enough said.
Sorry about my tangent. If you want a good laugh, this show is a good place to start.
