Since the dawn of time, good and evil have been duking it out.
When the drama wasn’t enough in real life, man began making up stories with heroes and villains. Guys liked breaking the rules and girls fell for the bad boy.
Of course, in today’s land of equal opportunity, the bad girl has just as many fans.
Why do we love the villain? What is this evil power he or she exudes? Even those who missed the first season of The Apprentice heard of Omarosa.
She garnered so much water cooler talk (that’s what we used before Twitter) that The Donald invited her back and other reality shows quickly followed.
In the summer of 2000, Survivor’s Richard Hatch made news, not for his intelligence, his keen good looks or even his sunny personality.
No, Hatch gained notoriety for his nudity. And his shortcomings became legendary.
These days, instead of real people on television, there’s an abundance of scoundrels.
Even kind-hearted bachelors and bachelorettes looking for love are caught in a web of lies spun by conniving would-be suitors looking for fame. And we love to catch them in the act.
Sometimes the evil is so big, it takes a united front to carry its villainous load. Spencer Pratt and Heidi Montag were probably very sweet, impressionable, if not overly-indulged, muffin-heads once upon a time. Then they mated on reality TV and the spectacular “Speidi” was born.
The truly bad-to-the-bone villains are literally more colourful than ever. This summer Big Brother brought back the heavily-tattooed and pierced “Evel” Dick and his dastardly daughter Daniele.
There’s nothing subtle about their wickedness. Daniele cackles and conspires with the camera as she plans, plots and perpetrates.
We should hate them. We should demand that they be removed from our airwaves before they give susceptible children and George W. Bush dangerous ideas.
Instead, we revel in their badness.
Is it because they do what we only dream of? Forget the rules of polite society. They live for their base needs and give Freud a thrill as they let their id run free.
Of course, much of it is just made-for-TV drama – a fantasy where the rules don’t apply.
Everyone knows a little conflict gets more interest and thus, more airtime. And no one could really be as bad in real life as these people act on the tube.
They’d be penniless, friendless and possibly on a hit list.
So we know it isn’t real. But we love the big bad anyway.
Then again, the cast of Big Brother is trapped inside a house with nothing to do but drink sauerkraut and horseradish smoothies and play other games obviously devised by 13-year-old boys.
So a few baked brains are likely at this point.
When the drama wasn’t enough in real life, man began making up stories with heroes and villains. Guys liked breaking the rules and girls fell for the bad boy.
Of course, in today’s land of equal opportunity, the bad girl has just as many fans.
Why do we love the villain? What is this evil power he or she exudes? Even those who missed the first season of The Apprentice heard of Omarosa.
She garnered so much water cooler talk (that’s what we used before Twitter) that The Donald invited her back and other reality shows quickly followed.
In the summer of 2000, Survivor’s Richard Hatch made news, not for his intelligence, his keen good looks or even his sunny personality.
No, Hatch gained notoriety for his nudity. And his shortcomings became legendary.
These days, instead of real people on television, there’s an abundance of scoundrels.
Even kind-hearted bachelors and bachelorettes looking for love are caught in a web of lies spun by conniving would-be suitors looking for fame. And we love to catch them in the act.
Sometimes the evil is so big, it takes a united front to carry its villainous load. Spencer Pratt and Heidi Montag were probably very sweet, impressionable, if not overly-indulged, muffin-heads once upon a time. Then they mated on reality TV and the spectacular “Speidi” was born.
The truly bad-to-the-bone villains are literally more colourful than ever. This summer Big Brother brought back the heavily-tattooed and pierced “Evel” Dick and his dastardly daughter Daniele.
There’s nothing subtle about their wickedness. Daniele cackles and conspires with the camera as she plans, plots and perpetrates.
We should hate them. We should demand that they be removed from our airwaves before they give susceptible children and George W. Bush dangerous ideas.
Instead, we revel in their badness.
Is it because they do what we only dream of? Forget the rules of polite society. They live for their base needs and give Freud a thrill as they let their id run free.
Of course, much of it is just made-for-TV drama – a fantasy where the rules don’t apply.
Everyone knows a little conflict gets more interest and thus, more airtime. And no one could really be as bad in real life as these people act on the tube.
They’d be penniless, friendless and possibly on a hit list.
So we know it isn’t real. But we love the big bad anyway.
Then again, the cast of Big Brother is trapped inside a house with nothing to do but drink sauerkraut and horseradish smoothies and play other games obviously devised by 13-year-old boys.
So a few baked brains are likely at this point.
