Jersey Shore: Making Douchebaggery Fun!

I try to resist, but on occasion I can’t stop myself from dipping my feet into the puddle of sewage that is the Jersey Shore. We’ve all heard the trite decrees that reality television reflects the downward spiral of our civilization. Blah. Blah. Blah. Haughty academics and bitter fast food employees alike whine about the fakeness of “reality” T.V. They talk about the genre as if it’s the final straw on society’s morbidly obese back. Screw that, man.

Don’t get me wrong, I really hate the Teen Moms. I want to vomit every time someone says, “I just can’t do this!” on Made, but let’s be realistic here, blog reader. It’s hard to resist a drunken oompa loompa getting punched in the face. Yea, you know what I’m talking about. When Snooki from Jersey Shore took a swift hook from some Guido, you laughed. We all laughed!

I know more about the physics of that punch than I do about how the earth revolves around the sun. I bet you didn’t notice that the guy next to her also got hit with the same wallop, did you? The gravitational force of that Guido’s fist drew in unsuspecting pedestrians.

What I’m trying to say is that there are certain events that we just can’t miss. I’m sure there’s some sociological theory about the collective consciousness of man and whatnot, but I’m not a freakin’ sociologist. I write blogs, and this blog is about why you should accept reality television into your heart. You drink alcohol, you might smoke cigarettes, and it’s pretty likely that you’ve at least tried some other stuff. All of these things kill your brain cells, so why do you do them? I’ve got the answer for you right here; you do it because it’s fun. Reality TV is the perfect opportunity for you to turn off your brain and have fun vicariously.


Oh, The Situation got herpes? That silly goofball! The stoned couch potatoes laugh. The ambitious executives cackle. The soccer moms smile as they eat another chocolate bar. Reality TV speaks to inner five year old in all of us. We like watching other people act like fools because it makes us feel better about ourselves.

For me, it’s the fist-pumping douchebag. For you, it might be some breeding adolescent. For someone else, who knows. The point is that everyone has a reality show that helps them escape from their own reality. Instead of trying to analyze it, let’s just tune in and space out.