It seems like only yesterday that all my problems started. I guess you could say I began to lose touch with The Real World.

My first mistake was to even ask what seemed like a reasonable question at the time: Why am I watching a houseful of sophomoric brats argue about who should rightfully wash the dirty dishes? My second mistake was to so hastily assume such a preposterous excuse for television programming could never catch on. Well, that was some fifteen years ago. Suffice to say this brand of reality broadcasting has become so pervasive, Orwell himself could not have predicted a Big Brother so nightmarish. In fact, so ludicrous has this altered television reality become, I truly feel as if I