I Have a Confession to Make

I absolutely love the reality show Kourtney & Khloe Take Miami on E!.

Wow, it feels so much better to finally admit it. Nowhere else can you find such a delicious variety of drama and entertainment as what the Kardashian girls deliver. I'm not exactly sure what does it for me - in principle, I despise reality television with the fire of a thousand suns. The concept alone represents everything that I frown up in our steadily decomposing society. It teaches children not to take responsibility for their actions, and drags traditional values through a giant puddle of materialism and opportunistic behavior. People watch reality TV shows and idolize these caricatures, vicariously living through them and romanticizing about their problem-free lives. Nothing is actually "real" in reality TV shows. The storylines play out like sitcoms, where trivial conflicts arise and are resolved in time for the closing credits. The scary part is that these are not really actors playing a role, but rather living, breathing humans who vote.

With that being said, I have slowly and subconsciously watched Kourtney & Khloe make a complete hypocrite out of me on this issue. Every Sunday night, I find myself having somewhat of an out-of-body experience when I tune in, as if I'm doing something I'm not supposed to be doing, but watching myself do it anyway. It just hurts so good. Never in my life did I think I would sprint to the bathroom during a commercial break to make sure I'm back in time to find out if Scott is going to apologize to Kourtney, or if they are going to break up. How I came to have an emotional investment in the lives of these value-ridden strangers, I have no idea. But somehow, it happened.

I mean, who could forget the time that Kourt went on a boy-crazy rampage, or the faithful episode when Khloe pulled out drugs on her radio show, Khloe After Dark? What about when the girls took a drive through Florida, and ended up getting lost in the Everglades? I was biting my nails through that whole show, hoping it would turn out OK. 

I think it all started a year or two ago when I began desperately trying to Keep Up With the Kardashians, though it's rather impossible with their hectic lives. (This is probably when the seed of my reality TV love-hate complex was planted.) I always liked Kim, but felt she was naturally a bit of a drama queen and secretly wished E! would create a spin-off show for the other sisters. When it finally happened, I can rememeber saying to myself, "OMG Yay!" and running to the TiVo box with one arm extended in a fist like a reality TV watching superhero, so I could view the premiere of the first season on repeat while shoving handfuls of buttery popcorn in my mouth. It surpassed my wildest expectations, and I have lived a double life since then. In fact, this is the first time I am publicly admitting to watching the show.

Now that this huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders, I want the whole world to know that I love Kourtney and Khloe. Come on girls, we're taking over Miami, wooo!