There are some terrible, I mean, terrible shows coming on the air this year. One is called Best Funeral Ever. It’s a show about funerals and how unreal some of them can be. I haven’t watched the show, but my Facebook friends sure have. What I can glean from their postings is that the show makes fun of black funerals, which have all kinds of themes. They even hire mourners! My goodness. Is nothing sacred?
Then there’s this show about Shawty Lo. It’s called All My Babies’ Mamas. If your friends haven’t been burning up your Facebook timeline with this show, it’s about a rapper, his 10 baby mamas, and their 11 children. It’s so bad there are several campaigns — one with more than 20,000 signatures– on Change.org, begging Oxygen Media to ban it. No word yet on whether that’s going to work. I’m thinking the answer is no. Controversy is good for ratings.
Honey Boo Boo, by comparison, is mild. You know, the show featuring the little girl, who is poor, lives in rural Georgia, competes in beauty pageants, and talks like a sassy black woman. Reality shows are beyond outrageous, but the issue is this: Stereotypes sell, especially stereotypes about class, poverty, and race. Not only do they sell, but they draw huge audiences. Honey Boo Boo is back on the air because she drew 2.9 million viewers.
Here’s what I want to know. What the heck does that say about our nation? Our culture? Our values? We already know we aren’t post racial, but geez, people.