By Holly Wise

The Cove Herald

The season of reality TV is halfway over, and though I've alluded to my indulgence in various shows, I'm going all out in this column.

I watch it, and I enjoy it. My weeknights are organized by what version of reality is streaming into my DVR.

So while I might dread the passing of my weekend, Monday is made all the more tolerable by knowing "The Bachelor" is waiting for me when I get home.

My opinion can be summed up in two words: Marry Emily. If she's not the marrying kind of girl, I don't know who is.

One of the women on the show said it quite well: Emily's like Barbie with the heart of Mother Teresa. If Brad makes the horrific decision to send Emily home, I will stop watching.

Tuesday night, I'm in the recliner crying usually because "Biggest Loser" just does that to me. This show is about so much more than fat people losing weight. It's about getting people to realize the cause of their weight problems and trying to fix it.

I'm a fan of the Black Team, and especially Courtney. I think ultimately the competition will be between her and former gold-medal Olympian Rulon.

I haven't watched "American Idol" for a few years, and when this season started, I wasn't planning to because I wasn't sold on the new judges. But we started recording it, and after a couple of weeks, I watch it religiously. There's something endearing about people who think they can sing (and clearly cannot) and the humble few who just do their thing.

And yeah, I like the new judging panel. The size of Steven Tyler's mouth scares me sometimes, and I wonder about the authenticity of some of JLo's tears, but they're keepin' it real.

As it turns out, "American Idol" airs Wednesday and Thursday nights, which is kind of presumptuous to occupy two nights of our week, yet we watch.

I watch reality TV for a few reasons:

1) It's good drama. Most importantly, it's on-screen drama, which means it's not mine. I can watch, observe, have opinions and rant about something that has zero impact on my personal or professional life.

2) It's mindless. I'm not required to make critical decisions outside of "will I eat strawberries or a grapefruit?" when I'm watching 25 girls jostle for one guy's attention, or see contestants hit video cameras, or a group of obese people push a truck. It's two hours when I don't have to be on my A-game.

3) It's something to talk about. I'm usually texting at least two girlfriends through "The Bachelor," and when I Facebook-status that I'm getting ready to watch the "Biggest Loser," I hear from silent friends. It's something we have in common despite the distance between us, or the fact I don't hear from them on a regular basis.

A big shout-out to the inventor of DVR, because now I can indulge in reality TV while not sacrificing things like family time, or softball games, or work.

Holly Wise is editor of the Cove Herald. Contact her at or (254) 501-7474. Follow her on Twitter at KDHcoveeditor.

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