Dancing with the stars

The greatest indulgence, or shall I say pathetic excuse not to read, for my generation has to be, hands-down, reality TV. There are only a select few that I know personally who 100% abstain from watching these shows. You can tell who they are, they can't chime into conversations about who the latest Suvivor cast-off will be or who danced better, Emmit or Mario. I can hold my own in just about any conversation about reality TV. I know, it's pathetic, but hey- can't blame me, it's what's dominated our culture the last several years.

For me, I have always been into those Dateline and 20/20 shows. Most of them showcase real-life stories. Hell, I have even been glued to Court TV from time to time. I am a fan of The Real World on MTV, which started when I was in college. I still watch it, shamefully, but I do. I have only missed one season of Survivor, when Jack was born, and have watched all the Bachelors come and go.

But my biggest indulgence lately has to be Dancing with the Stars. I remember when it first aired about a year ago and thinking, oh my God- what a pathetic show. Who would watch people ballroom dance? Well, you guessed it, me! I have been glued to the TV every Tuesday and Wednesday night since September watching Jerry Springer waltz and the kid from Gimme a Break do the Tango.

The finale is tonight: Emmit versus Mario. Not sure who I want to win, they're both good dancers. Not sure what I'll be watching on TV on Tuesdays and Wednesdays from now on. Guess I could read a book, or wait until January when American Idol starts. Now that's a plan.

Until next time...