There’s a story that’s up on PEOPLE right now about Tori Spelling, her husband, Kevin Federline Jr, and that new reality show they’re doing about the problems in their marriage ever since he cheated – ON her and not FOR her, because, you know.
Several sources close to the couple have spoken with the magazine about Tori’s decision to put her husband’s infidelity on blast:
"The decision to do this show is not coming from someone who is in a solid, good place. Tori is very, very upset and angry. It's just too raw and personal. There's too much pain and it's too private. A part of her wants to completely humiliate him and make him suffer in front of millions of people. She wants to have some sort of justice. She wants him to truly feel the pain of what he did to her."
Apparently doing the show in the first place was Tori’s idea:
"She's in a total crisis mode. If she can believe that his addiction has nothing to do with her, then maybe they can move on. But there's no way Dean wants to be humiliated on television for cheating on his wife. His life is basically a nightmare."
Right. And all of it has nothing to do with 1. making us want to watch their sh-t and 2. making money for them while we’re watching their sh-t.
Where do I find the sympathy for this? Serious question. Where do I find it? When two people are monetising their personal turmoil in such a flagrant way, why do I have to feel bad? Television, after all, this kind of television, is for ENTERTAINMENT.
We’re not talking about a show on the History Channel. It’s not science on Discovery. This is TV for Entertainment and not for Information which, these days, is more like Entertainment anyway (sometimes on CNN). So am I said or am I entertained?
Well, actually, neither. The other option, and the preferred one, is not to give a sh-t.