The focus of the show was the late Playboy Magazine founder/editor Hugh Hefner and his decades younger blonde girlfriends. For most of the series, the girlfriends were Holly Madison, Bridget Marquardt and Kendra Wilkinson. The show basically followed their lives as they lived in Playboy mansion and shared their mutual boyfriend.
While there is something to be said about the camaraderie between the women, the show didn’t sit right with me. I don’t know if it was the fact that they all shared him or that Hugh Hefner was old enough their father and/or grandfather. Either way, it was not the way I wanted to spend my precious television watching time.
Every television genre has a handful of shows that define that particular genre.
For the reality television genre, one of the shows that defines the genre is one of its oldest shows, Survivor. Premiering in 2000, it has not left the air in 18 years.
The premise of Survivor as follows: Approximately sixteen strangers are stranded in a remote, often tropical location with a limited amount of supplies over the course of several weeks. Over the course of the season, the contestants are put through a series of mental and physical challenges. At the end of each episode, one contestant is voted out until the final episode when the winner is announced.
I haven’t watched Survivor since the first season. Back then, it was a novelty that brought in million of pairs of eyeballs to the television every week. But looking back, it’s just another reality show that is obviously not real.