Reality

It seems that every girl that I know is downright addicted to reality TV. From the Kardashians to the really ugly hairstylists of Jerseylicious, they want to discuss and watch the lives of completely random strangers. Granted, I've been successfully brainwashed and sucked into every show my roommates love, but when I think about it - I mean, wow. How can I care that much about someone I don't even know?

A few weekends ago, I found myself in a 24-hour-diner in Philadelphia surrounded by drunk people. They came from a party at UPenn and all of them wore the same exact outfit. Granted, the outfit didn't fit everyone as planned - some were too loose, others were far too snug. In my own inebriated state, I made the mistake of calling a boy's butt "a Kim Kardashian butt." Immediately, I was ambushed by drink girls talking about Kim's wedding. These UPenn girls seemed to know everything about her - ranging from her ex-boyfriends to her favorite diet foods to her future hopes and dreams- I ended up leaving that diner know much more than I needed to about anyone other than a really close friend or family.

I don't get how they get us so hooked. How do people off the streets become so famous? How can we endure hours of straight up screaming (Jersey Shore, Real Housewives, Mob Wives?!) and still want to watch another episode?

Personally, I prefer Anthony Bourdain. *swoon* He just curses, travels and drinks a lot.

But until I get my own TV or my own place, I'll happily be watching Beverly Hills Housewives on my DVR and talking about how bad I feel for the new skinny girl with the cast.