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Watching soyouthinkyoucandance on tv reignited some passion for reality tv. Good old reality tv. It brings the best and worst out of people. And it brings out the couch potato and tv addict in you.

There's something about watching people quarrel, breakdown, celebrate, cry or make a mess of themselves on television that captivates and enthralls the average audience. It's not like you even have anything to do with runways, dance floors, photoshoots, board rooms; or even isolated islands or globe-races. Nothing really close to the daily grind we trudge through, or the unimportant, self-obsessed activities that characterize and give shape to our weeks. Yet, reality tv moves, and raises you. It brings you back to basics without realizing it: the very foundations of the appeal of tv. It's about living another life; stepping through a wardrobe into another 'reality', so to speak. And the google box brings us places, brings realities to us on plates.

And it works its magic in ways we do not comprehend. Even with its contradictions: in spite of the way it moves you as you watch the contestants rise and fall, reality tv hardly effects any change in your life. It's the safe-ness of tv that we succumb to: a diehard subscription to tv-lives lived vicariously, but never made our own. Where we can still switch off, literally, and walk away - back to the bored moments, and boring motions in our lives.I guess there's always magic in a life not yours