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For 18 years, the host began by asking the primarily female audience, “Would you like to be queen for a day?” And for the next 30/45 minutes, “Queen for a Day” ran on radio, then NBC Television, and on ABC Television, beginning in 1945.

Host Jack Bailey would engage with multiple contestants, as they shared the uniqueness of their individual circumstances, publicly sharing their financial and emotional plight. The more dramatic and dire the straits, the more intense and sustaining was the audience applause meter. The audience applause meter would then lead to the chosen “queen.”

Donned with a crown, robe, and throne, with roses an apt gifted decor and “Pomp and Circumstance” played in the background, the winner’s typical tears were drowned out seemingly only by the announcement of a plethora of prizes. To quote the host in his trademark sign-off: “This is Jack Bailey, wishing we could make every woman a queen, for every single day!”

Friends, welcome to the onset of reality TV.

“Reality TV” is the television genre featuring real-life situations and supposedly real-life people — not actors (… ok… one can decide for themselves if any of the Kardashian’s mimic real life…). What takes place is arguably unscripted (… granted, any regular reality viewer will acknowledge a key suspicion of some moments that are far too uncanny to be totally authentic).

While “Queen for a Day” may have been the beginning of this unique, far-cheaper-to-produce format, reality TV gained steam in the early 90’s in Europe, and then in the U.S. in the late 90’s, as MTV’s “The Real World,” CBS’s “Survivor,” and all the musical “Idols,” biggest somethings, etc. spurred the format on. A whole new genre became accepted television viewing.

My sense is there is no issue in the format being acceptable; the issue is in the acceptance of the television being reality.

It makes this current events, cultural observer wonder…

Are there places we are unknowingly mistaking circumstances, reactions, and relationships as something other than they actually are? Are we thinking something is real that is not?

“Fear Factor” used to seemingly pride itself in creating the most grotesque eating challenge possible. FOX’s “Temptation Island” used to divide actual couples into two locales, filling them each with multiple persons willing to aid in their potential, adulterous stray.

If we accept each somehow as “reality,” does that mean it’s acceptable and honorable human behavior?

Even as a semi-frequent viewer, “Survivor” sometimes reminds me of those grade school kickball days, where there was that punch-in-the-gut feeling for the unpicked kid left standing on the sidelines. And “Big Brother” — geepers — I really don’t need to watch any person 24/7… and if I do, I’m ok if they have a little more clothes on.

My point this day is not to knock reality television. Truth told, my household tends to find many such series quite entertaining. My concern instead is where are these pockets and places where we confuse what’s on TV with reality? Because it’s not… TV’s not… TV’s not always good and true and right… much less even acceptable. My sense, therefore, is that reality TV is totally, completely, unfortunately, inaccurately named.

Last night, by the way, was the conclusion of ABC’s “The Bachelor.” This was their 21st season, of one man — or one woman — choosing between seemingly three zillion, desiring others. Which one would be their soulmate? Which one could he/she propose to? “Real love” is the pursuit… real love is the answer… real love.

Noted, veteran contestant Nick selected beautiful Vanessa to be the one… she wins!! And Nick proposed! They’re in love!!

I’m so happy! It was so sweet, so wonderful… no doubt they’ll make it! I love reality!

(… ok… so I hope it is…)

Respectfully…
AR

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bachelor-juan-pablo-galavisLet’s embrace the road less travelled on the Intramuralist, wrestling with a subject atypical of our daily dialogue…  did anyone watch “The Bachelor” finale Monday night?

 

Now lest you believe we’ve strayed too far from the wisdom (or lack of it) within current events, I humbly submit to you that Monday’s so-called “reality television” made manifest one glaring cultural value. Let me first provide a brief synopsis, as creatively editorialized by The Baltimore Sun…

I come to you with good news:  The season is over and we never have to see El Bachelor Juan Pablo again.  Things certainly have changed since “Juanuary” when we were so excited to join Juan Pablo on his “adventura.”  What we didn’t know was that “adventura” meant “journey taken by a rude, arrogant, egotistical, racist, cocky, douchebag, lying, hypocritical, self-centered, offensive jerk.”

While the above may be a little harsh, on Monday’s finale, Juan Pablo chose between 2 women, Nikki and Clare.  At the climactic decision point, Clare went first (never a good sign).  Back to the Sun…

For some reason, Clare talks first and launches into a speech about how much she loves him and how much she believes in him.  Juan Pablo can barely keep from yawning.  Please stop talking, Clare.  Juan Pablo finally speaks and tells her she is amazing woman but he “wishes the earth sucked me today because this is hardest decision but I have to say goodbye to you.”  He goes in for the adios hug and Clare pushes him away, which elicits huge applause from the live audience and the National Organization for Women.  In her whiney baby voice, Clare tells him off and leaves with “After what you put me through I would never want my children to have a father like you”… Juan Pablo’s response to Clare’s verbal whipping is to casually shrug and say, “Whoo I’m glad I didn’t pick her”…

And then came the victor…

Nikki arrives and can’t wait to hear Juan Pablo tell her he loves her.  She too launches into a speech about how great he is and that she can’t imagine spending her life without him.  Please stop talking, Nikki.  He tells her “I love so many things about you.  You are like me, very honest.”  He doesn’t tell her he loves her…  Juan Pablo tells Nikki that he is not 100 percent sure that he wants to propose, but he is 100 percent sure that he doesn’t want to let her go because “I like you, A LOT.”

In the televised interviews after the announced selection, the ambience was odd.  There was much talk from many women about how Juan Pablo never connected emotionally with any of the women in the room.  He didn’t ask them questions.  He didn’t get to know them.  And then to the woman he chose, he could not, would not, acknowledge whether he loved her or not.

And here then is why ABC’s popular dating show is the content for today’s post… (thank you, those of you who’ve stayed with us even after the frequent sighs…)

When Juan Pablo first met each of these women, his most frequent utterance was “wow.”  As the show proceeded, he kissed many.  He kissed many one right after the other.  He did more than kiss.  There were multiple times he spoke gleefully about some great connection, when the supposedly tethered woman didn’t seem to feel it.  It was all about the looks.  It was about physical attraction.  From my limited vantage point, this year’s bachelor was driven by external appearance.

Real beauty, however, comes from our inner self.  It’s the only beauty that never fades.  Current culture doesn’t seem to get that… as witnessed, sadly, on “The Bachelor.”

Respectfully,

AR