Smile for the camera

As difficult as it may be to believe, there’s a few advantages to being my age.

One, I’m still vertical, and…
Two, I did all my stupid stuff before the Internet happened.

I still do stupid things but people expect that from old people so they just shake their heads.

Naked-runner-sizedBut you don’t see any pictures of me running down the street naked or something else really weird.

I’m too old for running anyway.

Keeping dumb pictures off the Internet is a lesson that appears to be missing for most young folks today.

It’s amazing what people put on Facebook and Twitter these days.

My prime scientific example of craziness is reality TV.

yay-tv-sizedThere seems to be no shortage of people with little brains and common sense lining up to be on TV.

As someone who spent a lot of years on TV, I don’t see the allure of being before the camera.

But that attitude seems to be rare.

A lot of people will do just about anything to get on some TV show.

And if’s a “reality” show, the nuttier they are the better their chances of making it.

It’s like “The Bachelor” – the wife’s guilty pleasure.

Because the wife likes it, I sit there and scream at these dummies.
Makes me feel good.

Now, think:
How many are really there looking their soul mate?

How about none.

It’s their big chance to get on TV and be famous.

Being famous is nice because you get a various amount of money and people fawn over you so you feel good about yourself.

Back to the show…outside of an occasional weird moment, they all seem like lovely, warm ladies looking for marriage.

A couple of years ago, the losers were invited back for a show called “The Bachelor Pad”.

Bachelor-PadHoly cow – these were the same, sweet ladies?

Just about all of them were drinking, partying, fooling around 24 hours a day and talking smack about each other.

They cancelled that show after a couple of seasons.

I can see why.

It undermined the whole looking-for-love thing.

Back to being on TV.

When one gets old enough they see it for what it is: a job, not a life style.

The good stuff was you can go places, do things and meet people the average person would never have a chance to do.

The bad stuff was the pay stinks, too many of your co-workers define the word diva because they just want to be on TV, management is usually former sales people and one has to look nice before leaving the house.

But that doesn’t stop people constantly trying to get a job on local TV.

Then when they get too old or make too much money the boss pulls out the “We’re going in another direction” speech.

So they move to public relations.

There’s a big move.

Damn, I must be grumpy today.