The joy of defeat...
I think American Idol turned me into a bit of a reality show sadist. Never, in a million years, would I insist that my shitty voice was great or throw temper tantrums within a ten mile radius of a camera. I understand just as well as anyone else that the sudden re-indoctrination into reality can be brutal and jarring but for christ's sake people... the fricken camera's rolling!
I do kind of feel for the teens who where there with their parents. Perhaps it's really difficult to be honest yet tactful with them about their lack of talent but to willingly allow them to experience such scrutiny, while it's being taped for posterity, to be shown for infinity in syndication, is worse than telling them yourself. Way to slack.
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I did I mention that I'm mean and tactless to people too?
I can be pretty mean at times. For some reason, people seem to enjoy it (parents, professors, friends and sometimes even enemies -- I mean, they must if they keep their crap up right?). I sometimes think that it's easier to be mean than it is to be nice and thats when I have to be especially careful to edit myself. My knack, back in the day, had caused as much trouble as it had served me well.