I hope it gets replaced. Because jumping off trucks and digging out goat testicles from vats of maggots with your mouth sounds so sophisticated.
Fear Factor counts, right? (at least, when it comes to levels of retardation) There’s some French ones, or were…I never hear anyone talking about them anymore. But some years back, there was a popular one, and the person that won on one season, got their homemade spaghetti sauce sold as an actual item in grocery stores.
You know, because they won. Not cuz the sauce was any good. It was prolly just normal sauce. It’s like if I accepted to own a jar full of Stephen King’s fecal matter, just because I like his work. Which by many is considered fecal matter. I love his shit, but I don’t want his actual shit.
So what’s gonna replace reality TV? Well, I thought it was dead already, but I don’t have cable anymore, so I guess I’m not up to date.
Whatever it is though…I don’t even wanna imagine lol. TV should have stopped at Fresh Prince, or to a lesser extent, Mummies Alive.
Needless to say, Xena deserves to be immortal. (oh shit, in one of the episodes, we find out she is LAWLZ)