I can say without out a doubt that I lost a few IQ points last week. And no, that statement has nothing to do with who I am voting for in the much-anticipated Nov. 6 election.
When it comes to what’s wrong with America we so often focus on the politicians leading this country, but what we aren’t focusing on are the television shows driving our society into the ground.
For the last few weeks at parties, social gatherings or just in some general conversations, I’ve heard plenty of discussion about the new sensation “Honey Boo Boo.”
Most recently, our family was at a birthday party for a five-year-old and as the adults were talking, Honey Boo Boo came up again. At that point, I asked my husband, “Do you know what they are talking about?” He said no.
Curiosity got the best of me, and I set the DVR to record this show that was referred to as “hilarious,” and a “can’t miss” hit.
It is hard for me to be speechless, I can talk about anything, but I can say without a doubt that pushing myself to watch two full episodes of this train wreck of a reality television show was hard, and yes, I was rendered speechless.
The show is about this Georgia family, and the star is Alana, ie: Honey Boo Boo. She lives with her mom, sisters and, I think, mom’s boyfriend, “Sugar Bear.”
The only good thing I could see from this show is that they care about each other, and they appear to be a close-knit family.
But, there is a long list of what is wrong with a show like this appearing on television. This family, somewhat to its credit, does not seem to care what others think, doesn’t care about being overweight and is perfectly fine with putting its four-year-old into these ridiculous beauty pageants where fake hair, pounds of makeup and ridiculous outfits add to the horror flick that is “Honey Boo Boo.”
One would hope that they are overacting in this show because if they are that oblivious, socially unconscious, and uneducated then I am even more sad for the state of entertainment.
The opening credits have the mom farting and all of the children laughing. There are scenes devoted to the fact that one of the daughters stepped in dog poop.
I forced my husband to watch with me. He wasn’t excited about my plea that it was for an editorial and I needed a full sense of the show.
As we were watching, he began to look up more information on this show and it was a rating factor that really stood out. “Honey Boo Boo,” for all its stupidity, actually is competing with the ratings. In fact, in the first presidential debate, “Honey Boo Boo” performed well in the 18-49 age demographics.
Talk about a sad state of entertainment for our country and society – A bratty four-year-old with a disgusting flatulent family seems to be drawing more attention than who will be running our country for the next four years.
It could also be “Honey Boo Boo” is no more ridiculous than the state of our political system. Either way, I won’t be returning as a viewer of “Honey Boo Boo.” That is an hour I will never get back, and it’s IQ points that I will eventually earn back, hopefully.