Guilty Pleasure

I'm feeling like a 10 year old waiting for Christmas or my birthday. As a seasoned citizen, I feel a little silly with these emotions, much less admitting to them.  The subject? The announcement about who'll be on "Dancing With The Stars."

I don't like reality shows. I hate the drama of immature, selfish conflicts. It was a shock to me when I found out that "Dancing with the Stars" was considered a reality show. I think of it as a talent show. There were a few seasons with more drama than I appreciated but it usually leaves me wanting more. I won't even watch the results show. The person leaving is revealed in the last few minutes, so if I catch that, fine. If not, the Internet will tell me.

The show isn't even done the way I'd like. I'd prefer allowing amateurs a few weeks before eliminating anyone. Although the dancing is great when you have professional singer/dancers in the mix, I like watching people work hard to do something entirely different.

I find the dancing exciting, the judges sometimes amusing and the costumes  (sometimes almost costumes) and all the machinations entertaining. I've never been coordinated, so I can admire those who try so hard and don't quite pull it off like a professional. I like watching people improve week after week.

Okay, Gather wasn't cooperating so I ended up finishing this after the list. It's full of people I've never heard of plus a few familiar names and faces. Now I'm worried about the ones who have a new dancer, ones who haven't built up their own following of voters. Can't wait to see the new shows.