I know I busted on television just last week, but I saw something while confined to the couch that I couldn't pass up. It was the finale of yet another "reality" show, Rock Star: INXS.
The premise of this one is that a bunch of people are battling to replace, Michael Hutchence, the nearly legendary front man of the Australian rock band INXS. First of all, I think there's something inherently wrong with that. He's dead, so the band should be too, in honor of all they accomplished together.
But no. The remaining members said, "Let's make millions off the TV deal and promote ourselves while we exploit our old friend's death." Scruples abound in that group, let me tell you.
So hopefuls from around the world gathered to live in a house together and perform in front of live audiences. Those at home voted for their favorites, and the bottom three were evaluated by the band who decided which one to throw off.
From the beginning there was one contestant who stuck out, one who was an arrogant horse's behind and was looking out for no one but himself. Because this show exists in the world of television, I immediately said that he would win.
And of course I was right. J.D. Fortune is the new lead singer of INXS.
TV Land is such a predictable place. It's one that in no way conforms to the real world, even with its so-called "reality" TV.
In business, with family and friends and just in everyday life, being an arrogant, in-your-face person never works. People may be polite to you, but you will never have their respect. And people like that never win in the real world.
Ah, but in TV Land you get bonus points for every person you flick off or cuss out. You are expected to tell others how worthless they are and how you are going to grind them into bits when you win and they lose.
Just watch an episode of Fear Factor (if you can get past the meal of pig rectum) or anything on MTV. Everyone who thinks highly of themselves and pronounces it to all is rewarded.
I've got news for those who think they can continue to act that way. When they leave the unemployment line, move out of mommy and daddy's basement and finally decide to go get a life, they will find doors slammed in their faces in less time than they were famous.
The winner of Rock Star is one of them. He'll wind up in rehab after figuring out he really isn't the second coming of Michael Hutchence, despite the fact that he sounds exactly like the late singer.
And just as a side note, if they were going for a new feel for the band with this contest, why not pick someone completely different. Otherwise they should have simply held a private Michael Hutchence sound-alike contest and given the job to the winner.
At least that would have spared the world from the winner's arrogance.