Product Placement Blues
In the midst of a never-ending afternoon, I channel-surfed for the first time in five years. (gasp!)
This is a big admission from a TiVo household. But I did it. I was nursing a child (endlessly) and had no desire to actually think about what I wanted to watch that wouldn't affect the night-time viewing of the husband and I, so I succumbed to old habit and surfed the television guide. Surprisingly, I landed on reality television. Project Runway to be exact. And even more gut-wretchingly sad (or fun depending on your preference) is that it was a Project Runway Marathon.
Not normally a reality show junkie, I was at first disgusted with myself. How dare I give in to the networks demands of not paying writers for decent television series and sitcoms! Or their cheap business plan of dragging common mortals onto national television for 15 seconds of fame! What was I thinking? And then I was.... sorta... hooked.
Clothing designers. Impossible deadlines. Hilarious (and egotistical) personalities. And all in front of cameras. Not to mention clothing I could critique from my own living room sofa! What is not for a girl to love? And love I did. For 3 hours. At least until Hershey challenge. The one where they throw these poor people into a store--basically one big nasty commercial in the form of a brick and mortar store--for Hershey's candy and told to design an outfit with whatever they could get their hands on.
Now don't get me wrong, I am all about creativity. And challenge. And adding some spice to the competition--but can we get any more commercial?
This is a big admission from a TiVo household. But I did it. I was nursing a child (endlessly) and had no desire to actually think about what I wanted to watch that wouldn't affect the night-time viewing of the husband and I, so I succumbed to old habit and surfed the television guide. Surprisingly, I landed on reality television. Project Runway to be exact. And even more gut-wretchingly sad (or fun depending on your preference) is that it was a Project Runway Marathon.
Not normally a reality show junkie, I was at first disgusted with myself. How dare I give in to the networks demands of not paying writers for decent television series and sitcoms! Or their cheap business plan of dragging common mortals onto national television for 15 seconds of fame! What was I thinking? And then I was.... sorta... hooked.
Clothing designers. Impossible deadlines. Hilarious (and egotistical) personalities. And all in front of cameras. Not to mention clothing I could critique from my own living room sofa! What is not for a girl to love? And love I did. For 3 hours. At least until Hershey challenge. The one where they throw these poor people into a store--basically one big nasty commercial in the form of a brick and mortar store--for Hershey's candy and told to design an outfit with whatever they could get their hands on.
Now don't get me wrong, I am all about creativity. And challenge. And adding some spice to the competition--but can we get any more commercial?
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