Seriously

How gimmicky can Reality TV get, I ask you? I love a guilty pleasure show as much as the next person but it's seriously getting retarded. For instance, Last Comic Standing's elimination voting takes place in a graveyard. A graveyard people! Complete with fog machine and the comedians view their axing votes projected onto a giant tombstone. Is that completely necessary? What happened to the simple, go into a photobooth/confessional, come out and take your seat in the comedy club? And the first immunity challenge had the comedians decked out in boxing regalia spouting "Your Mama" jokes at each other. We don't need all this kitch. Just give us the jokes already; they're funny enough on their own. I promise I'll still laugh no matter what they're wearing.
But that show is tame compared to the mother of all reality shows that I had the mistake of watching once and therefore had to watch every minute until the bitter, stupid end. That show was Farmer Wants a Wife. The elimination rounds of this retardation ranged from checking your hen to see if it had laid an egg to checking to see if a cow was pregnant. Want to know how they did that one? It's quite simple really, you put an arm's length plastic glove on, stick your hand up the cow's behind and find the calf inside of her and I AM NOT EXAGGERATING! It was not apparent if the eliminated woman was crying from the elimination itself or because she was covered in cow manure. I'm thinking manure.