It’s Not You, It’s Us

This appears to mark the end of at least one genre of “reality TV”: dating shows. The last, and greatest, of all TV dating shows, Blind Date, will only be renewed in reruns and syndication. The market appears to have got its fill of really bad dates. A lot of people, myself included, are becoming more frustrated with all the “unscripted” television out there. The future, I think, will be series-scripted dramas, dramatic shows with story arcs plotted out for an entire season (or five seasons, even).

Hey, reality TV, it’s been fun. But I can’t let myself change my mind about this. I need more. I need writing, you know, some level of thought going in to the programming? And you’re really great, you’ll find a nice audience somewhere, I’m sure of it. We can still be friends and maybe hang out every once in a while. I just need to, you know, move on to a different stage; I need to focus on me some more than I have been. Aww, don’t cry, this is hard enough as it is.

Burt Likko

Pseudonymous Portlander. Homebrewer. Atheist. Recovering litigator. Recovering Republican. Recovering Catholic. Recovering divorcé. Recovering Former Editor-in-Chief of Ordinary Times. House Likko's Words: Scite Verum. Colite Iusticia. Vivere Con Gaudium.


  1. I will not morn its passing. I never liked realty TV nor did I ever see the appeal. I never found people that I don’t know quasi-real lives interesting or entertaining.

  2. Yet another thing we have found in common. I couldn’t agree with you more regarding the passing of “reality” tv. By the way, did you get the email about fantasy football? If not, I can resend it.

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