So a few years back when I worked in retail, me and my coworkers would all take similar lunches/breaks and watch Maury in the breakroom. Only godsisters can judge me. It was a guilty pleasure for us, we even bet on paternity results (did I mention I was a supervisor….a mess, I was.) For what its worth, even then I knew it was trash television but it was a refreshing break from irritants that are retail customers with inferiority complexes who feel they can talk to you any type of way like they themselves don’t make like $10/hr at some call center (I really hated retail). Fast forward to recently, I had a day off nothing on TV, why not throw on some Maury for old times sake. It was like when I tried to get back into watching wrestling, I saw the jig from a mile away and I just couldn’t enjoy it anymore. Anyway, as I struggled through an episode of Maury I tapped out before Jerry Springer and went online. Where, well, there was another episode of Maury.
A woman was telling a story about her “fiancé” who brought her to meet his family and introduced her as a friend. Twitter chimed in saying she overreacted so to prove her case (to these anonymous strangers) she started to air more dirty laundry to rationalize her own decision in real life to strangers. Instead of playing to a studio audience of seemingly unemployed people in Stamford, CT, she was playing to a timeline of
seemingly unemployed people online. She was convinced she had to leave, but now she needed to prove it to them, why? I still don’t know. Just last week, another woman fell for “the Maury”, this time informing the timeline of a woman who was sending explicit photos to her husband and even posting them online (is that illegal yet?) Once again, oblivious to the fact that the TL is laughing at her not with her.
Maybe its a sign of the times that people really have no shame anymore. Everyone is a “hater”, no one is good enough to have a valid opinion on you anyway so why not put your dirty laundry out there? I always thought Maury and the like seem too outrageous to possibly be real then when I log on and see my timeline abuzz about some buckfoy who lives at home with his mother but flying out followers and by the way he was married, you cant help but feel like you’re in the audience at Maury. You can’t even point the finger at trash television when we hop on social media and highlight trash. Not to sound #fakedeep and soapboxy but when does anyone just keep some sh t to themselves? We’re our own writers, editors, publishers and its amazing what we choose to release. I’ve been doing this whole blogging thing for 2 years and I’ll be damned if I’m going to expose myself to go viral for 15 minutes. But maybe thats just me tho.