A Guest Post from the Army. . .

Another Guest Blog from Steadman's Army. . . Enjoy!

I feel I need to chime in here to remind folks that we are still living in the golden age of Reality TV. Time to take a bite and let the sweet nectar drip down your collective chins. The first Real World really broke the mold in 1992, and I thought the depth and quality of Reality shows peaked around the Temptation Island days in 2002-2003. But I was dead wrong, and plan on punishing myself severely later for it.

At no time have we had it better than our current bounty. Wife Swap, Supernanny, Real World/Road Rules Challenge, Intervention, Jersey Shore, Hoarders, Biggest Loser, Made, Super Sweet Sixteen, Project Runway, Kids Cribs, So you Think You Can Dance, Who wants to be a Hooters Girl… are you kidding me? I just want to nestle in front of the tube with my head resting in-between my boyfriends creamy thighs and watch these shows (and Street Court) all day long. DO YOU HEAR ME GOD? I am filling the DVR and calling in dead tomorrow, cause TV is the only reality I can stomach anymore. Later skaters.