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Morality of Reality TV Good morning and a super thanks to the 37 of you who have me listed as a favorite on this site, especially those of you with comments. When I'm sad I go through them all and somehow it cheers me up to see that people actually read my poor writing. Odd reality: Why is the Believer's Voice of Victory on TV right before Jerry Springer? weeeiiirrd. Oh, for those of you horny liberals, check out Fuck the Vote below. I've signed on to do some conservatives in exchange for votes against Bush. It appears that there's a lot of hot models out there willing to do the same. Maybe I'll print a pledge sheet later and see what I can line up. It IS for a good cause, you know. Hell, maybe I'll even hold a party for our little swinger state. Sex for charity is always good. when's that masturbatorthon again? I do feel much better though. I went through 90 minutes of workout and talked to the Wisconsin company again. They still want to interview me and are very interested. I'm pretty happy with all of that. They pay really high for the industry so I'm half hoping to impress them enough for a contract. I wouldn't be able to work for anyone else, but if they pay me enough (more than Arkansas I'm hoping) I don't mind. They told me I would have to do promotionals for them, but I can be a good little educated doggy and talk up my masters if needs be. Hate to say it, but cash is a good motivator to get me to do bad things. Speaking of which, they offered a position to me on their upcoming X-rated reality TV show. I can't go into many details, probably told Dan more than I promised, but it will be screened live on pay per view and involves teams of couples with single girls. When I first heard of it I was trilled because I thought it would boost my career by getting my name out there. I know it would suck giving up to two months without contact with the outside world (including this blog), but if I won the large ass pot that would kickstart my career in any of the fields I'm working in. So, yes, I'm greed driven and not sympathetic to my competition. At least I was until Dan raised the moral argument against all reality TV, which I did not expect. I have to admit that he has a point in that reality TV does endorse treachery, deceit, and general greedy backstabbing. It doesn't teach many good lessons, at least not the standard strain, but it does reinforce the current cultural standards. Perhaps I'm guilty of being a generation Y-er who looks out for #1, doubts honesty and commitment, and lives by the code of get them before they get you. Maybe I am really not as honest as I try to be. Maybe, deep down, I want vengence for having a childhood in poverty. Either way, I admit that I'm drawn to the pot. But once informed, I had to agree that Dan was right. I wanted to justify my decision by thinking that if the money helped me it would go somewhere useful. I tend to think my poor little self is a pretty decent cause, but it would involve doing mean things that might ruin people's relationships and trust. Part of me doesn't want to own that though, because shouldn't contestants on a reality TV show KNOW that they're going to backstabbed? I mean it's the nature of the beast. Anyone thinking they can pass unscathed, especially couples, should already know that it's never the case. I should be more empathetic though. I mean, I do want to do good in the world, not evil, and is this the image I want? Probably not. It probably won't help acceptance of swingers either. Part of me does want to try and play though, but play an honest game. When I get voted off, I get voted off, no great loss. Our pay is pro-rated, so I'd be making money even if I'm cancelled and that's pretty appealing. Right now, I've decided to wait and see how my audition goes next weekend. If they like me enough to offer a good contract, great! If they want me on an ad-hoc basis, cool. I think they'll use me for some of their stuff though I'm seriously hoping for that contract. In other news, I think the aliens came down Monday night and beat me up. Either that or I really hurt myself in a unique way while I was drunk because whilst looking at my ass yesterday I encountered three lovely bruises in the shape of an isocles triangle. Two of them were sore and purple and the other one, which you can't see well in the shot below, has a scratch running through it. I have no idea what I did to myself, but they're pretty gory looking. Please ignore the celluite. Other than that, I've got some minor chores for the day that I should start doing so tata for now. Daphne |