Thursday, September 27, 2007
Daytime Television - Daytime Nightmares
It seems that the Jeremy Kyle (Vyle) show has started to court controversy. This show appears to select some very messed up people who seemed to have been seduced into believing that the airing of their dirty washingis of great therapeutic value. Jeremy Kyle and his production retinue appear to me like 21st Century Snake Oil Salesman who will help messed up people to face up to being cuckolded; helping people and their families coming to terms with their homosexuality, frigidity, gambling,alcoholism, substance abuse, violence, rape and the entire menu of ills that plagues the lumpen proletariat.
By stark contrast, we have the middle classes portrayed as stable, mainly heterosexual, living in nice houses and having dinner parties or having friends around for supper. No sign of dysfunction anywhere. Everything clinical and spotless. No family psychodramas; no fights; no noise apart from the clinking of wine glasses.
I watched this dreadful programme on some woman who wanted a house makeover and she was angst-ridden about access to her backyard (the commentary actually said "patio" but it looked like a backyard to me). We were regaled with door fittings, floors, decking and loveliness. The woman was shown into one house where the owners had a specially commissioned modern art painting to hang in their kitchen. It was a framed rectangular brown mass - bullshit?. Costs to convert her property were quoted in thousands, it was bollocks - who the fuck can afford that kind of money.
When you compare the middle class with the people who appear on the Jeremy Kyle Show, the middle class must lead incredibly boring and shallow lives!
I thought about the audience of this silly programme - the unemployed, the lumpen proletariat, women imprisoned by family life and people who have nothing better to do with their lives.
By stark contrast, we have the middle classes portrayed as stable, mainly heterosexual, living in nice houses and having dinner parties or having friends around for supper. No sign of dysfunction anywhere. Everything clinical and spotless. No family psychodramas; no fights; no noise apart from the clinking of wine glasses.
I watched this dreadful programme on some woman who wanted a house makeover and she was angst-ridden about access to her backyard (the commentary actually said "patio" but it looked like a backyard to me). We were regaled with door fittings, floors, decking and loveliness. The woman was shown into one house where the owners had a specially commissioned modern art painting to hang in their kitchen. It was a framed rectangular brown mass - bullshit?. Costs to convert her property were quoted in thousands, it was bollocks - who the fuck can afford that kind of money.
When you compare the middle class with the people who appear on the Jeremy Kyle Show, the middle class must lead incredibly boring and shallow lives!
I thought about the audience of this silly programme - the unemployed, the lumpen proletariat, women imprisoned by family life and people who have nothing better to do with their lives.
Labels: bullshit, daytime, Lifestyle, lumpen proletariat, middle class, Television
