Next on the chopping block, Bravo reality tv.
First Project Runway went to hell in a handbasket, and now this travesty of a Top Chef finale.
I guess I always knew these shows were just as schlocky as all the other reality tv stuff I pretend to be too good for, but for a while they at least maintained a veneer of authenticity. Last night was just lame, though. And sad. A truly lovely personality succumbed to a fatal flaw. A consistently formidable competitor’s dominant past performances were deemed irrelevant. And, as a result, the chef who just barely won was not the best (or second best) chef in the finale.
(He also happens, despite all his assertions that he’s “a nice guy,” to be a genuine prick. That’s really secondary, but it doesn’t make it sit any better.)
I’ve decided that, if dumb tv makes me sad instead of happy, it really isn’t worth watching. So I’m done.