As we settle into our new fall scheduling our television shows also look to do the same.
Tonight will mark the premiere of one of the first fall shows set to begin, The X Factor.
I’m all for fall programming because that means better shows from the boring summer filler and re-runs, but it also means that my DVR will be on overdrive trying to keep up with the umpteen thousand shows I follow.
In years past I’ve always been an avid series follower from shows ranging from Glee to The Walking Dead to Homeland to Modern Family. I like to leave no network’s stone unturned and no genre forgotten. I’ve always been somewhat of a TV connoisseur, if you will.
However, in the last year I’ve caught myself falling into a different category.
That category is reality television.
OK, before you start judging, I haven’t and will never stoop to the Keeping up with the Kardashian level, but I have fallen into the trap of getting drawn into the reality-competition-type shows.
Que The X Factor.
My mom has always been really into these shows, American Idol, The Voice etc., but of course I swore them off saying I would never watch them, stating the ridiculousness of the characters, judges and situations in general.
But living in a sorority house last year completely flipped my TV watching upside down. Suddenly, my normal viewing habits like watching shows such as Criminal Minds were replaced by (gasp) Pretty Little Liars. And of course, now I’m addicted to that show now, so here I am with one more show to follow.
The point being, reality shows, namely The X Factor, became the show of choice on a couch filled with 15 twenty-one year old girls. Everything from the format of the show to the judges to the contestants beat out other competition shows.
The X Factor became a show we all bonded over and had in common. We all picked our favorites, cried during hometown visits and relived our glory days with a judge like Britney Spears at the helm, though she brought absolutely nothing but her presence to the show. And deep down we all knew Simon Cowell and Demi Lovato were having a secret affair.
I think technically Lovato was supposed to be the judge that most appealed to my age group, but, as the season progressed, our viewing parties became less and less thrilled by her input and company.
This season, Spears is gone (the nerve of Fox producers…) and so is L.A. Reid, who brought much of the humor and soul to the show, and also coached the previous two winners.
Wednesday night will mark the debut of new judges Kelly Rowland and Paulino Rubio, but then again who cares.
This season is up in the air, with a lot to prove to beat last season.
Actually, basically nothing will beat last season unless I’m teleported every Wednesday to watch the show with my pledge class on that disgusting, overcrowded couch.
I guess this will give us all a reason to stay in touch.