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The Colored Man has to confess that I am the biggest fan of reality television.  Just about all of the Real Housewives http://www.bravotv.com/, particularly Atlanta and New York.  Million Dollar Listings, The Matchmaker, Tabitha's Salon Treatment, and the list goes on and on.  I guess it's the voyeur in me that causes me to be glued to the television when this silly mess is playing.  I love Phaedra Parks from Real Housewives of Atlanta.  The Colored Man loves a woman who is smart, intelligent, has a Southern upbringing, and has no shame telling the world that she loves an ex-con named Apollo.  The majority of the people on any of the reality shows really have nothing to offer other than expensive shopping habits, potty mouths, public fights, plastic surgery, and alot of ego. 

The Basketball Wives on VH1http://www.vh1.com/, seems to offer the opportunity to view women whose proud claim to fame is making the rounds with pro basketball players.  None of them really work, but always have time for lunch, drinks, and public fights.

The one show that I am a bit envious of is, Millon Dollar Listings.  Those boys are making serious money selling bricks, and the Colored Man ain't mad at 'em.

It seems that I am not the only one who is addicted to this dribble.  Bravo Television has made a franchise out of the Real Housewives shows, with New Jersey, Orange County, Beverly Hills, New York, Atlanta, and now Miami, each offering pretty much the same scenario, just in different locations.  It seems that these rich and wanna-be rich women have no problem exposing every little sordid detail of their lives with people like you and I. Too much information is an understatement.

There are no boundaries that have not been filmed on any of these particular shows or any of the other 1,001 reality television shows that proliferate on cable television.  But it is not just television that offers the voyeur like myself the opportunity to peek into other worlds.  Facebook, YouTube, XTube and the rest have all allowed us to see without being seen.

Pamela Anderson seems to have started all of this public proclamation with her sex-tape with Tommy Lee.  Then along came Kim Kardashian who became famous for sleeping with Brandy's little brother Ray J, but has parlayed her sexcapades into a multi-million dollar pile of nothingness.

Now comes Chris Brown, the young, handsome, woman-beater who possesses limited singing capabilities.  Pictures intended for his girlfriend, have mysteriously made their way to the web, and for all of my fellow inquisitive minds, the Colored Man has included the infamous image for your edification.  For some readers this is a chance to see your heartthrob in full regalia, while others will have the chance to see how they stack up next to a celebrity.  In either case, do we really need to see all of this?



Of course not, but it is fun and a bit dirty, sitting in the comfort of your living room and being able to be just plain 'ole nosy.  And why not, when it seems that everyone is so enamored with blasting their information on Main Street, Front Street, and any and every other street.  I mean, no one asks for this stuff, it just shows up unexpectantly.

As Andy Warhol said, "everyone will have their 15 minutes of fame."  The Colored Man thinks that it is just unfortunate that some choose the wrong 15 minutes within the hour to garner that fame.