Category Archives: TV

The Tale of the Reality Show Pitch


I will be honest, I haven’t watched a single episode of any of the chef-based reality shows. From the titles and the promos, I gather they are intense and tear-inducing. But has any of these wanna-be chefs gone up against the toughest dining demographic this world has ever known?

I propose a new show — Kid’s Kitchen. Gordon Ramsey has nothing on the cranky 2-year-old whose toast is not cut properly.

Contestants on this show would have to please parents when it comes to nutritional value of the meals, and kids when it comes to taste (and smell, temperature, texture, colour, familiarity, shape, size, etc., etc.). They would face the following challenges:

-Requests for elaborate meals that, once made, are rejected outright without so much as a bite being consumed (“But you asked for macaroni and cheese…”).

Picture from: Simply Me

-Dishes that must meet demanding standards – which will vary for each diner and will depend on each diner’s mood that day (which is to say no points for creativity).

-Copious amounts of food being consumed one day, next to nothing consumed the next with no way of knowing what the desired quantity will be in advance.

Endless requests for juice, or milk, or chocolate milk (not that I give my kids chocolate milk – blasphemy!).

-Parents that demand that fruit and vegetables be consumed and new foods tried – children who won’t eat fruit and vegetables and will not be persuaded to try a new food. Ever. No matter the presentation. Or the fancy way it is made. Or the plain way it is made. Not now. Not ever.

The winner will be a Mary Poppins/Julia Childs/The Nanny combo who can miraculously inspire kids to eat mango, and eggplant and kale. We will erect statues in his/her honour and parents will come from far and wide to introduce their children to the wonders of his/her kitchen. Others will believe this unicornian creature does not even exist (of course the product lines that would pop up in grocery stores everywhere should be enough to convince those idiots). His or her greatness will be known throughout the world (which is why, I don’t really see the need for a huge prize on the show. I’d like to keep production costs low  you understand. These are difficult financial times we live in people).

Think it will work?


The Tale of the Sick Week


This past week, I have spent a ridiculous amount of time holding a flaked out kid watching children’s programming. Here are some of my observations:
1) Dogs are not equal in the animal kingdom. In WordWorld, the only animal that doesn’t speak is the dog (oh – flashback to Sesame Street – giant talking bird, silent Barkley). In Strawberry Shortcake, Custard (the cat – and if you don’t know that, I envy you) speaks while Pupcake does not. She is given more responsibilities too while he is treated like a slow child and given token jobs. In Arthur, the family has a pet dog. That just creeps me out – animals owning other animals for companionship. What’s the message here? That dogs are lesser beings and therefore can be owned? Remind you of anything?
2) Franklin the turtle is, as the protagonist, the only character in his show with a name. His friends are Bear, Beaver, Goose, Snail, Fox, etc. Their parents Mr. and Mrs. Bear, Beaver, etc. What message does this send? Children undoubtedly identify with the protagonist and as we’ve empowered the turtle to the point that all the other characters in his world are nameless, minor players might our preschoolers do the same? Oh. Wait. I think that is the definition of a preschooler. Art imitating life. Well played Paulette Bourgeois and Brenda Clark. Well played.
3) Where are Max and Ruby’s parents?! Why has no one alerted FACS, er, the SPCA, er, the CRTC – surely there is a governing body to oversee this abandonment.
4) Doesn’t Dora risk shattering the illusion when she asks the children what their favourite part was at the end of each show? She may end up naming the exact same part of the story when it is her turn – this after saying “I liked that part too” to the child who has shared his or her reflection out loud. That child will then realize all the shouting he did during the show did not in fact help Dora, but fell on deaf ears. Worse still, the child might share with his father that people on the TV cannot hear people outside the TV and all his helpful comments to the refs, shouts of encouragement to his team and clever taunts to opposing teams have been for naught. Now 2 lives are destroyed. Thanks Dora, thanks.

Hopefully, as my child heals I will be able to consume less mindless drivel and return to the programming I normally enjoy — because there is nothing out of step with reality in sitcoms and dramas. All completely real, believable, and morally sound.