hooves on the turf

I was recently accused by a family member of getting sucked into whatever was showing on television. This family member is mistaken. When he caught me watching the The Real Housewives of New York City reunion (or whatever it is they call the post-season chit chat), and when he saw me running into the living room to see who got kicked out of Top Chef, he wasn’t witnessing me getting sucked into whatever was showing, these were things I had specifically handpicked to watch. His conclusion comes from the assumption that all reality TV is crap (he asks, “who’s reality?”), but I have learnt since my exposure to the last season of Project Runway that Bravo TV was showing reality television of a different calibre altogether, though I was very late indeed.