When reality meets reality TV...

So while toodling around the house today doing this and that, I had the TV on... (pause here for collective groan of disapproval from those who think TV rots the mind)... okay, so it was on and being that it was Saturday there is really nothing worth watching on, ever. So as I was picking up, dusting and vacuuming there was a marathon of episodes of "Flavor of Love" on VH1. I started to think how funny it would be if all endeavors in life made us go through challenges like those on the show which would lead to the elimination night and onto the next day - providing we weren't the one eliminated.

Take for example, a job interview. You take your resume in, fill out an application and wait. Then, you're called in with 20 other candidates. The first thing you have to do is be the first one out of 20 who can perform a Bible thumpin' sermon on why you are the best candidate for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir who will then decide who was the best. If you're chosen, you get one to one time with your potential employer - maybe a power lunch - where you can get to know one another better. At the end of the day, all 20 candidates are lined up and one of them is eliminated. The "interview" process goes on until there are just two people left standing. It's at this point, the employer would meet your parents. Then, you'd be whisked off to Puerto Rico for a final weekend of "getting to know you". The final elimination would be made, very dramatically, on a moonlit beach somewhere. The winner would not only get the job but a cool gold grill. The loser will have a tantrum, try to pull out the winner's hair and be escorted to a limo and driven into the night.

Think about how much more interesting that would be than the usual boring interview process!

What if everyday was another day on Project Runway? Imagine having to make your own clothes, walk like a model and be "fierce" everyday or else someone would come up to you and say "You're OUT!"

Let's make every meal like an episode of Top Chef. "I have to ask you, mother...what led you to make the mashed potatoes with chicken broth instead of milk? Did you taste these? Pack your knives and go!"

Admit it...wouldn't we all like to say, just once, to someone who has wasted our time with monotonous boring information or said something so stupid there is no other appropriate response other than "The tribe has spoken. You have to go!"

The Combo Platter

I find myself to be a very ordinary person. I suppose, like anybody, I have some parts of me that are more interesting than others. I am a combo platter of emotional overdrive and common sense. Two characteristics that always seem to be in conflict with each other. I react emotionally and than rationally talk myself out of the reaction. A tad schizophrenic at times but it seems to work for me. I think that most people are like this. At least, I haven't met many people who work only on one level, either only emotional or only rational, so this leads me to my conclusion that I am ordinary. I would love to be extraordinary. I would love to feel that there was something distinctively special about me that made me stand out in a crowd. I don't think I am extraordinary in wishing that either so that makes me just that much more ordinary.

Sometimes, thinking that I am ordinary makes me sad. Then again, knowing I am ordinary is somehow comforting too.