Follywood

I have recently discovered that most reality television shows are not actually edited, but are simply and cheaply stitched together by ragged, hunchbacked orphans who are forced to slave over the endless hours of footage in cramped, disease-ridden, sweat-shop video studios haphazardly constructed amidst the swamps and jungles of the Far East.
One poor, starving and abused child I spoke with, Tekke, a sound engineer for hit show 'The Congressman,' told me that he often has to work twenty hours per day re-recording the audio from senatorial debates which is otherwise completely incomprehensible. He is given just half a bowl of filthy yellow rice and an Emmy nomination for his Herculean efforts.
From Shirley Temple to Tekke, unregulated Follywood child labor law transgressions have reaped a "harvest of shame" that makes Victorian London seem like a chimney-sweepers paradise by comparison. Surely it is time we put an end to the iniquitous production of reality television once and for all (although I have a good idea for a show about bloggers that would be amazing - so if anyone from the networks is reading this: get it touch!)

Comments

[Carter]

I'd watch the bloggers show. I can't get enough of televised typing.

[stephenesque]

Actually, I'm hoping for iPhone sponsorship, so it will be all mobile blogging and consequently more tapping than typing.