We should not Blame the Influences we Choose to Follow on TV Programs

The Writers Guild of America and Producers Guild of America, (all the people responsible for the voice of entertainment) are in last-minute talks before pulling the plug, effective Monday, November 5th, on the year’s most memorable season premieres.

2007 hit comedies like Desperate Housewives and Samantha Who may be forced into repetitious hiatus (insert loud annoying beep noise here) until further notification.

Who can blame two of the top five comedy series for dealing with real life issues like Lynette’s breast cancer on Desperate Housewives? Or Samantha’s personality check inside of amnesia on Samantha Who?

What negative influences are there to complain about when a rousing dramatic series like House allows audiences a birds-eye view as Dr. Gregory House unravels baffling clues to medical mysteries?

How can anyone resist the temptation to follow attorney Peter Krause’s investigation into his father’s murder while being financed by the stinking-rich Darling’s Dirty Sexy Money?

When has CSI’s arresting crime scene investigations been blamable for delivering hard-core explorations into the criminal psyche and forensic scientism?

Why should America have grievances against reality shows like The Next Great American Band where “Dicko” Dickson, Sheila E. and Johnnie Rzeznick of the Goo Goo Dolls prepare undiscovered talents to party like rock stars?

Where’s the problem in the 21st season of America’s Most Wanted helping John Walsh solve crimes, capture criminals, and rescue the lost?

Not to mention hard-hitting made for tv flicks like Ricky Lake’s Lifetime premiere movie, Matters of Life and Dating.

Nothing bad to say about Jerry Seinfeld’s delightful Bee Movie either.

American Gangsta, starring Denzel Washington, is hotter than a man on fire.

A surplus of compelling influences from the big screen to TV include Dexter, ER, The Office, Big Love, Brothers and Sisters, Criminal Minds, Bionic Woman, Private Practice, America’s Next Top Model, Family Guy, and Dancing with the Stars, among others contenders.

Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of “Weeds” needing to be plucked from the garden of entertainment. And the “worst awards” for the most disappointing shows, films and celebrities of 2007 goes to:

Britney Spears (Blackout) – worst Pop Star of the year

Paris Hilton – worst (wait…what does Paris do?)

R. Kelly – worst hip hop artist/producer/accused predator

Cavemen – worst tv comedy series

Tell Me You Love Me – worst [crass] cable series

Keeping Up with the Kardashians – worst tv reality series

Dwayne “The Dog” Chapman – worst reality tv racist series

Ivan Iverson – worst radio talkshow host

Norbit (Eddie Murphy) – worst comedy film

An extensive list of awards for the most debasing, offensive and bothersome entertainment of 2007 include:

Dateline’s: To Catch A Predator, I Love New York 2, Brotherhood, Lisa Williams: Life Among the Dead, America’s Psychic Challenge, America’s Most Smartest Model, and Kimora: Life in the Fab Lane, to name a few.

Publicity seems to be the culprit for the latest craze in entertainment distaste, sort of like a bad train wreck people keep watching over again, until their eyes bug out of their heads. Pure torture!

Should we blame the influences we choose to follow on tv or anywhere else? Well…If you choose to be the banana of the bunch, you’ll only make a monkey out of yourself. “Monkey see…Monkey do.” But monkey’s pick the parasites out of each other’s hair. And the monkey symbolizes how to, “See no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil.” At least monkey’s are smart enough to know how to keep themselves clean. Shouldn’t we do that much too?