My Secret Love for Trash TV

Don't lie: you do it. Trash TV is the guilty pleasure of all, but yet we continue to judge others on their choices in prime time and weekend watching.

I get it. You work hard, you come home stressed and burnt out. You want something simple. Heavens knows that keeping track of the plot of Lost is a bit daunting (I'm not even going to GO there). So you flick on the TV and watch yourself some mindless drivel. But WHY? Why are these terrible shows on the air? I suppose its a bit of a catch 22. I'm guilty of it.

Why did I just spend 30 minutes of my very valuable time watching the season premiere of The Hills? Because I am a TV Sadist, thats why. I like to feel my brain shrink from time to time. I like to laugh at Heidi Montag's ridiculous plastic surgery, and I like to ponder how many takes it took to get some of these girls to utter their "unscripted" lines through their obviously drunk and high states.

And I like reality TV. They are the new game-shows. I cry when people win the amazing race, I scream at the TV when Russel hoodwinks another person on Survivor, and I avoid the Bachelor like the plague because it makes me hate my life.

I jealously watch the Real Housewives spend money and cluck away at each other as their husbands look on in confused wonderment. I eat this shit up. But why?

Schadenfreude. We take pleasure from the pain of others. And hell, it makes me feel better about my life.

What are your guilty TV pleasures?