Yes, after 31 seasons I am more obsessed than ever with the granddaddy of reality television shows. Long after giants like Idol have fallen, Jeff Probst is still out on a deserted beach somewhere, standing around painstakingly rustic looking props, filming a group of people competing to win a million dollars.
In normal years, this would be the official kickoff to the political Silly Season. This year, however, is not normal, as instead we're right at the kickoff of Presidential Debate Season, and the votes are already in -- the silly subject we're all going to obsess over this year is named Donald Trump.
Turning your life around after dope selling, pimping and being institutionalized may make someone an expert on personal piety and individual transformation. However, if we are going to end poverty, fix failing schools, lower incidents of urban violence and police brutality we are going to need more than experts in personal piety.
I give up at some point every season, but this year, I more give up. The Bach has been on for 20-something seasons, and we're just shamelessly recycling plot lines. How many times have we encountered fears of heights? Or made out in waterfalls, which is actually a good way to drown and never as sexy as it looks on tv?