Ali and I had a long day together full of photo shoots and lots of gabbing. As Ali is 22 and I’m 29, she teaches me about magical things like when Facebook was only for college kids and how there used to be a seperate high school Facebook. What! Who knew. Ali is also an expert on reality TV, particularly Big Brother, The Bachelorette, The Bachelor, the entire Real Housewives franchise, Cheerleader Nation, and Justice for Victims of Crime. So when I like to feel like I am not a shut in and want to know something about the goings on of pop culture, I turn to Ali.
Funnily enough, my favorite reality show ever aired in sunny Belgium. It was the year I was living there working for the trilingual nation’s government that I became obsessed with it. The premise was, who ever stayed awake the longest won a large amount of cash. So they shoved all the contestants into a really warm room with lullabies playing and lots of big pillows and stuffed animals to recline on. Then they had them preform insanely mundane tasks like counting hundreds of beans or repeating the same sentence over and over again. Slowly, people would nod off and face immediate elimination. Whoever could fight the bowls of warm milk and feather beds took home the cash. Now that’s entertainment!
But Ali assures me that we are the kings of reality TV over here and that I should be tuning in always and often for shows where complete strangers screw and agree to marry each other because they are handed a nearly frozen red rose. What a country!