At Last
I have resisted reality television far more than almost anyone I know. Yes, I slipped when I started watching Last Comic Standing but I watch that from another room as I do chores. And I have yet to see an episode of them in this house they keep referring to and I don’t even know when or on what channel the show airs. I was also pushed off the wagon when I was with the Mormon - what can I say, Survivor Thailand was a way for us to spend time together. But not once have I rooted for anyone or learned anyone’s name.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have failed you.
Not only did I watch large portions of America’s Got Talent but I found myself rooting for a particular group of performers called At Last. They are a group of Asian a capella vocalists that make me wonder if a resurgence of the Boyz II Men style might not be on the horizon. I could certainly live with that. These guys had talent, stage presence, and what’s more they had enough personality to give Warren a run for his money. I found myself sitting through the last block of commercials to see if they would win this round.
But it’s worse than that.
Far worse.
The thing is…
I voted.
Put down the pitch forks and let me explain. I didn’t call, I didn’t text. I didn’t do anything to give the show any money whatsoever. I voted on their website.
However my shame did not end there.
For you see, in order to submit your vote online you must provide your name, phone number, and e-mail. Fearing my vote may not be counted I actually provided my REAL name, number, and e-mail. I broke my strategic anonymity by obscurity defense perimeter.
But fear not, this is not the end of your champion against reality TV. While yes I am aware that the show and the results of this round will be on tonight at 9pm on NBC I will not watch them as I have plans.
However it does appear that I have been pulled into the abyss of reality TV at last.
And that’s The Wørd.
