The reality of television’s future

I can’t be the only one who responded “Huh?” to news that Jodie Sweetin (aka Stephanie Tanner), is shooting a reality show with her husband, Cody Herpin, about their home life and the raising of their child. The fact that she was once on Full House must seal the deal — this one has “fascinating” flashing all over it.

I’m not trying to diss Stephanie Sweetin, though, as she pulled through her public meth addiction and went on to have a creatively named child (Zoie Laurel May Herpin). If she wants to be on TV under reality circumstances and can get a network to buy the thing, more power to her, I guess. I suppose her fans and the rubbernecking crowd might constitute a large enough viewership to limp through a season.

I do, however, mildly object to Sweetin’s comparison of her project to Tori Spelling‘s Tori & Dean: Home Sweet Hollywood, noting that her own show will be “more rock ‘n’ roll.” Hey — who held the last fire on Earth while wearing frightening, flammable-looking shiny clothing in that Powerman 5000 video? Not the middle Tanner child! If we compare the child stars, we will come to the conclusion that, comparatively speaking, Tori is way more rock. How rude!

How much more bottom is there to the reality show barrel? We’re all going to be asking or denying the existence of the need for this question until ecocide, aren’t we?

Each Farmer Wants a Wife begets a Hurl, and away we go down down the drain with the dregs of our humanity.

What’s up next? Step by Step: All Grown Up (with mild anger management issues)? Small Wonder: Small-town Librarian? (Actually, that could be good.)

Seriously though, Candace Cameron: Crazy Christian has more of a ring to it than Jodie & Cody: Look, We Can Spawn, doesn’t it?