Monday, September 17, 2012

Honey Boo Boo

Cooper models his "new" cold weather pajamas we unearthed from the hand-me-down box.  He was SO very excited.

After a seemingly long day, I collapsed on the couch and surfed an endless amounts of cable channels.  With the flick of a button, I landed on TLC's "Here Comes Honey Boo Boo."  I paused, allowing myself just a moment to digest the show.  I've certainly heard plenty about this little reality show.  Just days before, I listened to talking heads debate the merits of the show versus the stereotypes perpetuated.  Each commentator expressed her opinions with as much fervor as if defending a tightly held religious belief.  My interest was piqued and it got me wondering: what is it about this show that brings out so much interest/disdain/adoration?

My moment watching the show turned into almost a half an hour.  I literally couldn't peel my eyes away from the screen.  I felt the same sensation I get when I ogle the racks of tabloids at the grocery store checkout counter; I know the content is fluffy and holds no intellectually redeeming qualities, but yet I can't seem to look away.

The show provided a glimpse into a red-neck family that certainly lives life in an unconventional fashion (at least to a middle-class midwesterner).  But the happiness exhibited from the family seemed genuine and deep.  As much as I wanted to hate it, I found the cast of characters quite endearing.  At times, I caught myself laughing with tears rolling down my cheeks.

As the show came to a close, Chris called for work.  I sheepishly admitted what I was watching.  He sighed, "That show will be the demise of our society."

Demise, I don't know.

Entertaining, yes.

But like the tabloids at the grocery store, every once in awhile I'll allow myself to peruse the contents, but I can bring myself to be a regular.  

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