It’s a phenomenon that has swept the nation. With few exceptions, it’s one that the Schrocks haven’t embraced.
It’s reality TV, and it looks like it’s here to stay.
Every year, a plethora of new reality shows pops up, and from what I can see, most of them have little to do with reality. Call me old fashioned, but I’m usually exhausted by day’s end with my own reality. The stuffing’s coming out at the seams, and I have little energy left to watch someone else’s.
Oh, it’s not that I have nothing in common, reality shows and I. In fact, there are a few that resonate with me, and the long-running Survivor series is one. Or the name does, anyway.
If Hollywood wants to showcase some real survivors, I can think of a few. I know a mom, for instance, who has four sons. In fact, there are days when this poor, beleaguered woman feels that she’s actually got five, depending on what mood their dad is in.
Take what happened the other day when the dad came home from work. This busy, smallish mom I know was upstairs at her desk, finishing the day’s reports, when a ruckus arose from the floor below. Somewhere down there, the alleged grownup was pounding the family pet (a.k.a. Little Brother) with much hollering, thrashing and giggling.
The mother sighed, knowing from experience what was really being said. “I love you, and I’m terribly glad to see you again.” That’s what the tussling meant. Remembering that the other pet they once had (a beagle named Copper) was a boy, too, she sighed again, long and deep.
See? Right there, you could have a hit show. Literally. They hit each other, and you show it ‘cause it’s all in love (well, mostly). Dads of all ages would identify. Moms who’ve raised boys would, too, along with anyone else who is a boy, has a boy or knows a boy. That’s a real broad base, and a network would love it.