Reality television has been a part of my life since adolescence, when I would hole up in my parents’ basement, flip on MTV, and religiously watch each new season of The Real World. Even back then, “reality” wasn’t a new genre; hybrid docudrama had existed on TV in some form since the 1970s, but I found The Real World’s rawness riveting, often more than so-called must-see TV. My love grew from there. I latched on and never let go. My favorites span decades and networks: Road Rules, Flavor of Love, The Real Housewives universe, Summerhouse, and Vanderpump Rules. (I only draw the line at The Bachelor.)
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