Let me just state upfront that I do not think that "reality" television (as we know it) is a reflection of reality. It's not going to impart any life-lessons and I don't become a better person by watching it.
Still, I am going to defend what we've come to label as reality television because I do think it serves a valuable purpose. (More on that later.)
With that in mind, a little background is probably in order: I completely dismissed Survivor in it's first season. I reluctantly watched the second season and have been hooked ever since. (Through good years and bad.) I watch The Apprentice and I watch The Amazing Race but I don't particularly enjoy shows like The Real World and Big Brother. (I do not, however, begrudge those who do.)
The impetus for this post came after reading a million little opinions regarding the Oprah Winfrey/James Frey fracas concerning his memoir A Million Little Pieces. I doubt I need to recap the issues involved with that very public outing, but to sum up: His book was far more interesting than it should have been precisely because he ignored reality in favor of telling a good story. (He has since admitted this publicly.) In what has been described as a dramatic and stunning reversal of opinion, Oprah publicly flogged him for his sins. (I will ignore the fact that her decision to do so was also based more upon dramatic effect than any sense of real disappointment. Rest assured, she's loving this.)
What does this have to do with reality television? Simply put: Both are examples in which it becomes clear that reality (we're talking about "real" reality now) is mind-numbingly boring. Very few people watch Survivor because of it's relationship to reality. We watch it because it's entertaining. Similarly, people are still reading A Million Little Pieces after the revelation that much of it was made up because it's still entertaining and it's still an uplifting story. I do not have a time machine (I'm fresh out of flux capacitors and my Delorean is being serviced) but if I did and we could go back in time to convince James Frey that it would make more sense to write about what actually happened in his life, we'd be doing both him and those who enjoyed his book a huge disservice. We'd almost certainly end up with a million wasted copies of A Million Little Pieces.
The same argument can be made in respect to Reality Television. The good news is that we don't need a time machine to prove this as there is a "real" reality show on The Science Network called Survivorman.
The premise:
No food, no shelter, no fresh water, no tools... no camera crew. One man - alone in the wild for seven days with only his wits and stamina to sustain him.
I read about Survivorman online and eagerly settled in with my wife for what I thought would be a gritty and emotional journey detailing one man's isolation and survival in the wild.
I'd like to take this moment to publicly apologize to my wife for asking her to sit through much of what had to be the most boring, uneventful and emotionally unengaging almost hour of our television viewing history. I say "much" because we gave up about 35 minutes into the program. What could have been gritty and emotional ended up being neither. Conclusion: Reality just isn't very interesting.
It is for this reason that we've been altering reality for years and years with the claim that it's somehow still a mirror image of life as we know it and it's silly to think that this is somehow a bad (or new) thing to do. I would wager that a magical "reality" study of all the memoirs, biographies and documentaries throughout history would turn up efforts to portray said "reality" in through the lens of entertainment. The moment this happens (as it inevitably does) that perfect mirror image of reality is distorted. There's a reason why Fun House mirrors are skewed. The question shouldn't be whether it's real or not, but whether there is some value in the entertainment or not.
I mentioned at the start of this post that reality TV serves a valuable purpose. When I go to work or to family gatherings, there are some things that I don't want to talk about. Reality is usually involved. Politics are "real" and they're a surefire way to start an uncomfortable argument. The one thing that I can discuss with any sense of common ground with family and coworkers involves which contestant got voted off of Survivor the previous night. Reality television is a social equalizer and makes for much better conversation than awkward silence. Why? Because in the grand scheme of things it doesn't matter. I cannot take someone's opinion on The Apprentice seriously enough to get into an argument with them, but I can certainly discuss it over dinner or use it as small-talk in the office. It also gives me two or three hours a week in which I can shut my brain down and watch a group of strangers make themselves miserable. Life itself is too real for me to avoid skewed versions of it on occasion. And it is for that, if nothing else, that I give reality television a million little thanks.



