Trebek, Sajak, Woolery, and Lewinsky
In an article entitled, â€œLewinsky to Host Dating Reality Showâ€, the Associated Press writes that â€œformer presidential intern Monica Lewinsky has a new gig: host of a dating game on Fox called “Mr. Personality.â€ The article continues, â€œâ€™Mr. Personalityâ€™,â€ which debuts April 21, will feature a stockbroker named Hayley and 20 masked men vying for her affection. Hayley must choose a man based on his inner beauty. In addition to hosting the show, Lewinsky offers dating advice in her role as Hayley’s confidante.â€
Further, we learn that, â€œLewinsky is not sure if she’ll continue in television. She’s still designing purses and is considering law school or graduate school in psychology. â€˜I’m trying to see what is going to work best for me and what is my career,” she said. “I’m trying to figure out my life.â€™”
Sometimes, articles just write themselves.
Stop me if Iâ€™m wrong, but isnâ€™t this the young lady who didnâ€™t want to be famous for being Monica Lewinsky? Iâ€™m sure Iâ€™ve missed some things (not exactly being an ardent Lewinsky-watcher), but I know that Jenny Craig managed to find some justification for employing Ms. Lewinsky as a spokesperson, and now sheâ€™s been chosen as a game show host becauseâ€¦? The imagination is staggered at several points in the article. â€œHayleyâ€ must choose a man based on his â€œinner beautyâ€â€”and Ms. Lewinsky is going to give her â€œdating adviceâ€, presumably on how to accomplish this? One wonders what pearls of wisdom will drip from the lips of this venerable sage, this fount of courtship insight. Iâ€™ll pause here while you try your own hand at composing one of the many punch lines begging to be supplied at this point.
I remember just a few short years back when â€œSurvivorâ€ kicked off this current â€œreality showâ€ craze, thinking how its existence represented a pretty clear indicator of a culture in decline. Wowâ€¦by todayâ€™s standards, â€œSurvivorâ€ looks quite tame. Weâ€™ve taken voyeurism to a new level, as we cheer on our favorites, mistaking this faux â€œrealityâ€ for the real thing. I guess this is â€œrealityâ€ because it isnâ€™t tightly scripted; if thatâ€™s our definition, then perhaps it passes, but â€œrealityâ€? You kidding me? In one of my weaker moments, I watched about ten minutes of this tripe a few weeks back. I canâ€™t name the show, but what I remember was two couples engaged in a timed test of their ability to work together to grab cockroaches out of one bin by mouth, transfer said roaches from one mouth to another, and then to a second bin. Now thatâ€™s a slice of everyday realism, right?
What does it say about the state of affairs at Fox that it would choose a person with no apparent talentâ€”whose only claim to fame being that of her status as a trampâ€”as host of its new show? What does it say about us that we are so captivated by such contrived nonsense? Are we so bereft of our own â€œrealityâ€ that we find pleasure in watching others humiliate themselves so?
Itâ€™s hard to know how successful Ms. Lewinskyâ€™s new game show will be; let us hope that it is met with the apathy that it so richly deserves. It is likely too much to expect that thisâ€¦ummmâ€¦lady will fade out of public consciousness in the near future. For the sake of common decency, letâ€™s all do our part to speed that possibility, however remote it might be.
And for goodnessâ€™ sakesâ€¦letâ€™s all get a life, shall we?