I do not know how or when this aberration began, but it makes me wonder.
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It is simply this: I really don’t care how shows end anymore. I mean, I really do not care a bit who wins the Cupcake Wars. Or whose food will be Chopped. Or who wins the World’s Amazing Race (or whatever it is called).
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It does not matter to me. There will be about five minutes left on the stupid show and I have spent some time watching it, off and on. Then I shut it down.
Basically, it doesn’t matter who wins on Project Runway. Say Yes to the Dress is the worst—the bride is planning to spend what on that dress? $3,000 or more? No, it does not matter at all.
The only show that mattered to me was Tree House Master (or something). I've always wanted a tree house. But now? Phhhht. Well, maybe.
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There are so many other things to ponder than these reality shows.