Reality Television Has Gone Too Far – Viva la Revolution!

I’ve never exactly been a fan of sitting down on a Saturday night and salivating over a group of no talent idiots living their lives, but new reality show, ‘I Wanna Marry Harry’ has taken it to new, disturbing levels. This is a call to arms, Oliver Rawlings readers, Viva la Revolution!

Do you remember when you could sit down, flick on the box and know that you’d be greeted with quality telly? Yeah, neither do I. These days it’s all ‘she slept with him’ and ‘I’m going to stab her in the back just to win a singing contest, that we all know will go nowhere,’ It’s spiralling out of control and we owe it to the next generation to save them from this hellish nightmare

A  Reformed Reality-Aholic

I’ll admit I’m not exactly a telly connoisseur. I still haven’t watched Game of Thrones and I honestly probably never will. I’m the sort of guy who actually enjoyed watching Eurovision as a kid because it was so fantastically camp (not so much now, considering the abysmal British position yet again this year).

And more to the point, I’ve got a confession. I beg all of your forgiveness, I was once a fan of reality television. I’ve go to admit that in the early days, I found Big Brother fascinating (who wasn’t addicted to the never ending comedy styling’s of treasured housemates such as Nadia, Brian, Makosi and Kinga) and I bought into the X Factor dream (I’m ashamed to admit that I still get all hopped up about the abominable way Sharon treated Danni way back when).

But it’s ventured into the realm of the ridiculous now. At least these kinds of shows once had a point. The new generation of reality shows like Made in Chelsea and the dreaded TOWIE (watching those people do nothing more than exist makes me wonder how humanity ever came to this) are as vacuous as they are dull. It’s like watching the world’s worst wildlife documentary.

A New Low: Society Is Officially in Cultural Decline

But now it’s hit a new low and entered the realm of the depraved. There is now a Fox (who else – they really will put anything on TV) show called ‘I Want to Marry Harry.’ If Prince Harry was actually on it, it would be more fascinating than the latest raft of ‘whodunnit’ stories currently playing out in soapland.

Instead, we’re subject to a show that – honest to goodness- sees a Prince Harry impersonator attempt to trick girls into thinking he’s the genuine article. If these are the depths we’ve sunk to, maybe it’s time to just give up and go home. There has to be a better way to entertain ourselves. It’s banal, excruciatingly cringe worthy and opportunistic. Even by reality TV standards.

Oliver Rawlings readers, every society has to hit rock bottom before it realises it has a problem and implements change. I believe ‘I Wanna Marry Harry’ is ours. Bring about the revolution, we’ve literally got nothing left to lose!