MY LIFE is a reality show, but Hollywood doesn’t see it that way. Seems I don’t fit neatly into the reality-show formula that says there are two kinds of reality stars: the person you want to be, and the person you thank God you’re not.
My problem? I’m an everyman. And while that would’ve worked in the days of scripted shows like “Seinfeld,” where you could literally make a show about nothing, today’s reality shows revolve around themes.
There are “Dance Moms,” who are willing to sell their children in exchange for the role of crazy stage mother. There are “Preachers of L.A.,” who seem to have as much money as the God they claim to serve. There are “Bridezillas,” who “Say Yes to the Dress.” There are “Real Housewives of Atlanta,” who aren’t quite “Keeping Up With the Kardashians.”
Then there’s us, the viewers, struggling mightily to keep up with our sanity.
That’s why I was cautiously optimistic when I heard from a production company that was seeking a black family for a new reality series.
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Solomon Jones is an Essence bestselling author and award-winning columnist. He is the creator and editor of Solomonjones.com and morning host on 900 am WURD radio. Click here to learn more about Solomon
