In a recent interview with New York magazine, Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia, who wrote a blazingly homophobic dissenting opinion in Lawrence v. Texas, – the recent case that is generally heralded as being responsible for the rash of legislation and changes furthering gay-rights, including same-sex marriage, that we’ve seen in the U.S. over the last few months – an opinion which he now prefers classifying as his standing up for the belief that “Americans were within their rights in protecting themselves and their families from a life-style that they believe to be immoral and destructive” (a right I just can’t seem to find in the Constitution unless you consider hate to qualify as the pursuit of happiness) instead of the anti-gay rant that it was, fell back on the time honored I’m-Not-A-Bigot excuse of ‘my best friend is a ______ (fill in the blank with whatever minority you just made a bigoted remark about). Or at least made a noble attempt at using it though he slightly missed the mark by stating, “I have friends that I know, or very much suspect, are homosexual. Everybody does.” Not that Scalia’s homophobia is news. Any more than my love of run-on sentences is. What was surprising in his interview, however, was the Justice admitted to being a big fan of Duck Dynasty (a reality TV show that follows the antics of a rural, southern, backwoods family who run a company that makes duck calls).
You’d think that the television viewing habits of a man who supposedly is one of the country’s greatest minds (though considering he was appointed to the bench by a B-movie actor, that bar was set at its minimal level) would be more of an intellectual nature. But I guess when Honey Boo Boo is in reruns you have to fill in your evening hours with something other than masturbating to Hannity. On a less I just threw up in my mouth note, it is good to know Scalia, by way of choice in television programming, is in touch with the average U.S. citizen, even if it is only his preferred demographic of American. Reality TV is the preferred genre in modern America. And with the average American watching 34 hours of TV each week, that may be more reality than is good for our country.
I’m not much of a television viewer; compared to my fellow countryman I fall far short. Even though I have a line-up of over 150 channels to watch, the best I seem able to do is vegetate in front of the wide-screen about 10 hours a week. If I can work up the energy to hit my remote’s ON button I usually watch the comedic version of daily news programming – The Daily Show, The Colbert Report, and The Factor. When HBO gets it right, I try to tune in to at least one rebroadcast of their more popular shows like True Blood and Game of Thrones, though admittedly I miss more episodes than I catch. And whether it’s the UFC or Bellator, any MMA card is worthy of my television time. But that’s more about my fondness for looking at ripe, almost naked male flesh than it is about watching TV. And a least on the internet they show dick.
My satellite dish provider wants to sign me up for an extended service that would allow me to record up to six television programs at one time, but I’m generally unable to find even one show I want to watch, much less being confronted with the unenviable chore of selecting one out of six. I couldn’t tell you the last time I watched a broadcast network’s programming. Or actually I can: I saw part of the Emmy’s this year while hanging at a friend’s house. Of the shows up for Best Comedy and Best Drama, I’d heard of four, had seen one, and other than the shows’ name knew nothing of the two that won in their respective categories. I think I suck at being an American. It’s not that I don’t try. It’s just that most programming is reality-based these days and just doesn’t fit my version of reality.
I watched an episode of Honey Boo Boo, just to see what all the hype was about. A fat – even by American standards – southern family who consider road kill haute cuisine behaving badly just didn’t cut it for me. Although I did give them points for having a gay uncle. Not that having a member of the rainbow brigade is unusual, a lot of reality shows play the gay card. I haven’t seen Duck Dynasty, but since it gets a thumbs up from Justice Scalia I’m assuming gays, if any, on that show are only of the suspected variety. Nonetheless reality shows do tend to grab my attention when a gay cast member is promised.
When I heard about the Shahs of Sunset, which was supposed to follow the trials and tribulations of a group of Persians living in L.A. – including a member of our tribe, I thought that might finally be a reality show I could enjoy. I was expecting a show that explored the problems of being Muslim in America post 9/11. Instead it was a group of whining, affluent second-generationers who drank too much and then either passed out or threw up. Or both. You’d think their disgraceful carrying-ons would have resulted in the Ayatollahs back home calling a fatwa on the cast members. But those good clerics probably decided the hell they were living was worse than any religious punishment they could ukase (and a quick shout out to Justice Scalia for my new Word of the Day, as in: don’t be an ukase when writing The Factor.)
Because my reality is failing to learn from past mistakes, I tuned in to Breaking Amish too, thinking I’d learn something about what it is like living the Amish life-style in America today. Instead it was a group of whining not affluent second-generationers who drank too much and then either passed out or threw up. Or both. Unlike with the Muslims, the Amish community responded with their version of the fatwa and Shunned the cast members. Bur then who wouldn’t? Not that shunning is necessarily a bad thing. From the looks of the Amish shown on the show, a bit more shunning of second cousins might improve the gene pool. I tried watching the second season too; there was an obviously gay Mennonite boy who I expected would end up coming out sometime during the season. Instead he revealed he had a girlfriend, made it official, and set up the rule that they could not kiss before being married and could only hug on special occasions.
I guess even in reality television closeted gay boys who can’t even admit to themselves they like dick – even when like Scalia, everyone else suspects they are gay – try the “I have a girlfriend but we don’t have sex’ route. Proving that just as in real life, there is always romance available for a fat, ugly, desperate woman who doesn’t realize how sought after she would be in the lesbian community. Which could be a great basis for the next hit reality TV show, an idea I’d claim copyright rights to but I noticed there is a new show that follows a bunch of fat white women from Alaska who travel to Florida to find mates so I guess that one will soon be covered.
I would quite trying to fit in with my fellow Americans by finding a reality TV show I can call my own, except almost all of them have a gay angle. Or at least those other than the ones that Justice Scalia watches do. For all that is bad with reality programming, it does deserve a tip of the hat for bringing The Gays into middle-America’s homes. The first reality-based show, according to TV Guide, was An American Family, a 12-episode documentary that aired on PBS in 1973 and which featured the family’s openly gay son Lance. Closer to the modern version of reality shows, MTV’s The Real World, which debuted in 1992, too included a gay cast member and has continued to do so each season since then (although sometimes it’s a bisexual or lesbian). Despite what Justice Scalia thinks of American life, MTV’s version of the real world has homosexuals in it. And not just suspected ones.
I remember watching the first few seasons of The Real World and being thrilled that I finally was being represented on TV. And whether I thought the gay of the season was hot or not, he and the rest of the cast were always attractive. At least in looks if not in deportment. Which may not have much to do with the real world, but does with Nielsen ratings. Attractive folk behaving badly was the standard for reality shows for years. And then Jersey Shore came along, replacing attractiveness with a willingness to behave even more badly than usual. I watched an episode of that show to see what all the hype was about too. And all I could think was how completely butt-ugly every cast member was. It was the first reality show that I was glad about not having a gay cast member. Or at least any that were out.
I still can’t fathom why Jersey Shore was so popular. Or why the television studios decided its popularity was in its willingness to televise the antics of ugly people. But that’s what they went with and today’s shows strive to out-do each other in casting truly freakish looking people. And I’m not talking about the real freaks on the short-lived Freakshow, the breeders who can’t stop themselves from breeding, the little people on Little People, Big World, or the current crop of elected Tea Party members . . . oh wait, that’s Fox News, a different brand of reality programming that too has little to do with the real world.
Which brings me to the subject of today’s post: the MTV hit show Catfish. Psychologist Michael Campbell likens some reality shows — and their negative premises — to ancient blood sport. He compares the social rejection and the terms used by the shows’ stars to describe the rejection to the physical pain of blood sport experienced, and on display, in the coliseum games of ancient Rome. A more modern day analogy would be how and why people can not drive past a car wreck without slowing down and looking. There but for the grace of god go I has a strong pull; viewing someone else’s misery – even when self-inflicted – makes you feel better about yourself and your own life.
Your life may not be perfect, but it’s gotta be better than being an obese redneck living next to the train tracks whose entire claim to fame is whoring out your fat five-year-old daughter in dubiously named beauty pageants. Unless, of course, you can grab your promised 15 minutes of fame by embarrassing yourself by appearing on a reality TV show. And since TV no longer cares how unattractive you are, that’s a door open to every American who lacks the pride necessary to keep them from willingly becoming a national laughingstock.
Which in and of itself would not provide enough human fodder for the dearth of reality-based television shows that make up the majority of programming today. Except that in addition to the thrill of watching the modern version of the Christians v Lions, Campbell says that people watch reality television because of their need for social connection. Huh. Back when your viewing choice was between watching Bonanza and My Three Sons, social connections were done face to face. Now we have the internet instead and social connections rely on Facebook. The reality of the real world has been replaced with the reality-based television programming-like world of social media where fiction is preferred over fact. And when your social life depends on a high-speed internet connection, the real world, evidently, no longer has any basis in your version of reality.
Catfish, in case your television viewing habits suck even worse than mine, follows two gay guys who offer their investigative services to social media addicts who have formed loving relationships with someone they met on-line but who for some strange reason has, up until the broadcast, refused to meet in person despite years of professing their love and in some cases even proposing or agreeing to marriage. In each episode the two use a little known internet site called Google to quickly discover how big of a liar the mystery man or women really is. Which often turns out to be a man representing himself as a woman. And who even more often turns out to be extremely big. And ugly. The gay guy who hosts the show – the one who is not prematurely gray – always looks suitable shocked at this discovery. Sometimes there’s a twist, like every other episode, and both internet users involved turn out to be big and ugly. Although in the PC world of MTV you can’t say big and ugly and have to go with lonely and misunderstood instead.
In his interview with New York magazine, Justice Scalia responded to a question about how his time on the Supreme Court would be viewed in 50 years by saying that he has never been the custodian of his legacy, whatever in the hell that is supposed to mean. More on point, he added, “When I’m dead and gone, I’ll either be sublimely happy or terribly unhappy.” Those who appear on Catfish seem to have adopted that mantra for their everyday existence; they are sublimely happy while deep in a relationship in which the only thing they touch is their keyboard, terribly unhappy when they discover the hottie they are in love with is just as fat, ugly, and socially deficient as they are. And/or is a member of their own gender. Regardless, in many episodes the two get over it and continue with their romance. Which is a good thing because after appearing on Catfish I can’t think your future dating prospects can be all that good.
I’d like to think Catfish is an anomaly, a probably scripted attempt at reality television that has little to no bearing in the real world, that internet users can’t really be that dense, that people are not actually willing to consider themselves in a relationship with someone they have never met even if they have been chatting on-line and exchanging text messages daily for several years. The story that broke last year of Manti Te’o, the Notre Dame football player who got catfished by a fellow Samoan who just happened to turn out to be a guy (uh, and yup, fat and ugly too) proves otherwise. But then the healthy bank accounts of moneyboys in Thailand prove how suspectable – and unrealistic – people can be when love, or at least some version of it, is involved.
Punters addicted to the pleasures of Thailand are old-hands at the catfish phenomena; hot looking guys met on Gay Romeo who, when they show up at your hotel room no longer hit the hot mark but do often qualify for the fat and or ugly casting requirement of today’s reality television shows are far too often the norm. And the punters, just like the gay guy who hosts Catfish – the one who is not prematurely gray – always look suitable shocked at this discovery. But then at worst, that experience only costs them 500 baht in taxi money. Those who instead fall in love with a Thai moneyboy pay much more on a continued basis for the pleasure of having a boyfriend they get to see in person once a week yearly.
I’m not sure how long Catfish can run with its one-note premise, but MTV should consider a spin-off set in Pattaya. They could call it Game Of Crones, in which we follow the lives of a group of fat and ugly sexpats who routinely get catfished by young local boys and who drink too much and then either pass out or throw up. Or both. Throw in the local Buddhist community shunning them and I think you’ve got a hit on your hands. It could be the most real reality-based show on television. I’d claim copyright rights on that idea to, but I’m busy developing a reality television show based on ChristianPFC’s quest for a boy to fill the perfect pair of underwear for under 300 baht. I’m just not sure if today’s average television viewer will believe it.
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Dekar said:
Im not really sure how far this “Reality TV” isn’t just a cheap way to produce daily soaps by saving the costs for professional cast and giving the audience the impression of “reality” by making the show in a bad quality. I have to admit that I can’t stand most of these shows as they are clearly scripted and I dont need to see amateurs playing actor and in the end not entertaining me at all. The trend to go more and more to the extrem in any possible way (right now ugly and poor) is not really helping it.
For me tv is about getting entertained (and a certain degree informed) and therefore for me a good qualify series always wins against relatiy shows. But with internet getting more and more features linking it to all other media I would say my internet consumption has surpased tv by multiple times since a long time.
In regards to Catfish (just starting in my region) I can’t see much realism in this. In times where every social network includes video chats you have to be quite stupid to rely on pictures. However I support the idea for a reality show in Thailand. Should be fun to watch the sexpats getting riped off 🙂
Bangkokbois said:
I Googled how many hours the average American watches tv and there was an article that said for the first time (last year) internet and/or digital device use surpassed television viewing. Although I suspect many of those on-line hours are people watching television shows.
Reality shows took over during the writers strike, which should clue you in to how little thought and effort is required to produce them. The studios must have got huge hard-ons when thy realized people will happily watch idiots in lieu of well-paid actors.
Robert said:
How about a reality series based on the goings and cummings of the go-go boys, the ladyboys, the mamasans and the old ex-pats of the various and several bars on Soi Twilight, in BKK? Noom could be a break-out star! Now, for us, at least, wouldn’t that be “must see TV!”
Bangkokbois said:
Bite your tongue! As far as Noom is concerned he already is a star!
🙂
At first thought, a show about prostitution in Thailand would never get past the censors. But then considering Toddlers and Tiaras . . . maybe if they started out filming in Sunee Plaza it’d get a green light.
Robert said:
Thoughts On A Posting:
1) On Scalia: To quote Billy Joel, “Only the good die young.” With our luck, the good old USA will likely see a landing on Mars before he’s gone.
2) After “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo” finally crashes and burns (well, the pageant stage may well someday crash, after Honey Boo Boo , and “Mama” June return from lunch break, after downing their usual six banana splits, each!), “Mama” June will have a sure second career as a “Mama”-san at one of those lurid Soi bars. Dress her up in a sarong made from a cast-off Ringling Bros. tent, augmented with that fruit-filled turban worn in several movies by Carmen Miranda, and she’ll be the talk of BKK. Ladyboys will swoon at the sight of her! Put her on the beach at Pattaya, and the ex-pat orcas there will think she is one of them.
Either that or she’ll star in a hit kinky sex comedy, titled “Fat Chance,” along with costars, Bibendum (aka The Michelin Man) and the Sta-Puft Marshmallow guy! (Special guests will include the ghost of Orson Welles, William Shatner, “Pawn Stars” fave Chumlee, and of course, Governor Chris Christie.) Or, how about “Mama” June and actor Samo Hung, in a sitcom about the trials and tribulations of an obese interracial couple, titled “Double Chins!”
3) The Kardashians: famous for being famous with no appreciable talent! This century’s answer to Zsa Zsa Gabor? Like Zsa Zsa, there are tons of husbands (as well as tons of ass) in the picture, but at least Zsa Zsa was a beauty. Speaking of beauty, what happened to Bruce Jenner’s? Thirty years ago, he was a hottie! Now, after all that plastic surgery, he comes in tenth in a beauty contest to an extra from “World War Z.”
4) The all time worst reality series has got to be “23 And Counting.” The Amish folk are a veritable laugh riot compared to the Duggars. Ole Billy Bob’s wife pops out those kids faster than Orville Reddenbacher can pop a bag in a microwave oven. Actually, after 23 kids, I’m sure they more or less slide out now!
5) The best reality series was the one with all family. America loved it. Lots of humor. No bitchy wives or girlfriends. No screaming or precocious kids. Very little testosterone. After only ten years, how could you forget “Queer Eye For The Straight Guy.” Five guys who probably changed a lot of opinions of Americans regarding gay men, even more so than “Will & Grace.” And who didn’t want to hit it with the show’s “culture expert,” Jai Rodriguez? I saw a pic of Jai and the others the other day in the newspaper, and unlike Bruce Jenner, he’s actually getting better looking with age!
Bangkokbois said:
ROFL
Mama June as a mamasan . . . I can just so picturee that. And hey, she’s already exprienced from whoring out her kid.
Come to think of it, Bruce Jenner would make a good mamasan too, he’s already got the look down and his wife could easily teach him the finer pioints of being a pimp.
Alex said:
I really loved reading this great post, but let me tell you that I feel kind of guilty, because I read it at work and it’s really looong. 😉
I think it’s not a far stretch to imagine Justice Scalia and his SCOTUS colleagues as cast of a reality TV show (Antonin and the Funky Bench?). Their conquest is to uphold the spirit of a piece of paper that was written almost 250 years ago, when the cavalry (horses not helicopters, to be clear) was still the pride of the US Armed Forces and B-movie actors couldn’t hope to be elected president. What a time! Real men riding real horses! A war hero as president! Fast forward to 2013, we’ve got a once-overrated president who was neither a war hero nor even a B-movie actor, the Tea Party obstructing Congress and Justice Scalia still on the bench. You couldn’t make that shit up!
Your idea to film ChristianPFC’s adventures sounds good to me! If I may suggest a suitably dramatic ending, it would go like this: Christian bartering with a machete-wielding hustler-cum-thug in the Sanam Luang area. Other youngish-looking, brown-skinned cuties with knives show up, hoping they too will get a share of Christian’s legendary riches. He doesn’t yield. Not one baht. With a big smile on their smug faces, they cut Christian open, grab his wallet and leave disappointed when they check its content. Christian is peacefully bleeding to death in the heart of our great city, taking note to post the following message on at least three boards: Getting fatally stabbed doesn’t hurt as much as most people want you to believe! At least I won’t have to explain that to my embassy, unlike the passport theft.
Bangkokbois said:
ROFL
But if Christian’s demise cost him 300 baht or less, he’d at least die happy!
The politicians who like to wrap themselves in the constitution and act like their interpretation has any validity in today’s world used to be good for a laugh. It’s getting to the point where it is not funny any longer. I’ve seen more maturity exhibited by pre-schoolers on the playground. Worse yet are the idiots who elect them and think they are doing a good job. I’ve always said I would never move to Thailand, but at least there the corruption and ignorance of the ruling class is out in the open and has been around for so long they’ve got a good handle on how to be stupid without doing the country any real harm. But then the way things are going America will soon be a third-class country so maybe I’ll just stay put and hope for the best.
Alex said:
Good point! I think many people living in Western countries overrate the benefits of their top-notch (on paper) political and legal systems, as far as their ability to simply live their lives without being hassled is concerned. Firstly, all that glitters is not gold, scratching at the surface unearths worrisome issues in any given country you look at. Secondly, many things that are in comparison not that top-notch (again, on paper) in a country like Thailand don’t really affect all that many people all that much. Otherwise there would be blood in the streets (more often).
I’ve lived in three Western countries before moving to Thailand and whether I see Speaker Boehner or Khun Chalerm on TV, to pick two fine specimen, hardly makes any difference. The character (flaws) and nearly complete lack of any real skills that it takes to become a politician are pretty much the same all over the world, it seems.
I love Thailand, but I don’t think I’ll live here full-time again after my current stint is completed. Nothing to do with Thailand, I just think splitting your time between several different places that all have their own charms and quirks has its benefits.
Bangkokbois said:
And they say that the cream always rises to the top. I think Ted Cruz alone proves that it must then curdle on its way. Though imagining him as a Thai politician does make him a bit more acceptable I gotta admit. Well okay, maybe as a mamasan . . .
Andi Cheok said:
save the boi in the 5th photo for me!