Out of sheer boredom — and for no other reason, I can’t stress that to you enough — I happened upon a TV show on MTV and for the first time I feel like a curmudgeon of the first order.
First off, when did MTV quit playing actual music videos? I was in that teen generation that saw the network debut and since Madonna circa 1993 I don’t think I have ever once cruised past and seen someone singing. Oh, they have plenty of pregnant teens and groups of maladjusted and proto-psychotic 20-somethings living together under constant surveillance, but oddly enough, no music.
I digress. Apologies.
So, this show is called Catfish or some such nonsense, which is vernacular these days for faking your identity or name or looks to pull the wool over someone else’s eyes for whatever reason.
The volume of dysfunction involved goes beyond diagnosable limitations of any psychologist or psychiatrist out there, and that includes Dr. Phil or Dr. Oz (who sound like chiropractors when you say their name out loud.Ever notice that?).
This guy and his friend host the show and travel around the country helping all of these, well, I guess people would be the best way to put it, though their lack of judgment, logic and hygiene in some cases may make that a stretch.
All of the folks who bring them into their lives have been having some sort of relationship in which they’ve never met the other person, usually through social media or through text. These two guys are there to help track down the absentee half of the relationship using such high tech methods as Google and the White Pages. Real cutting edge investigative stuff here which leaves me with the opinion they should be solving cold cases.
OK, here’s where they began to lose me. Some of these relationships have been going on for YEARS — yes, you read that correctly — with nothing but one reason or another as to why these two can’t meet. Not hours or days, not even a few weeks which I might have been inclined to put up with if it appeared to be worth it. But these “victims” have been so self-deluded I would be more prone to believe them if they claimed they were Napoleon rather than someone who actually lives on their own without losing a toe.
It’s actually very sad, and even more a sad statement on our society as most of the ones who have fallen victim to this scam have dealt with this because the person avoiding meeting them was lying about their looks.
A person’s looks these days far outweigh the character of who they are, reference the Kardashians and any number of reality stars famous for no other reason than being famous. If you couple self-loathing due to media pressure and low self-esteem you get more than you bargained for apparently and its name is Catfish (or just fill in the blank for any exploitative show about weight or makeovers).
The only other problem is now this has become like that horrific accident you see on the interstate, the one where you know if you see any of it you will be scarred for life, yet you hit the brakes and can’t help but stare at the inhumanity of it all.