Thus far I've been able to resist the tatotemipn of reality television. It's not really my bag, but I can see the allure. It's that naughty little part of ourselves that just can't help but watch these people behave like crazies. I think it's the same thing where people rubberneck to look at an accident. On the one hand it's terrible on the other you want to know what happened. It's human, no judgments here Love. Although it you do buy the book that's like slow mo rubbernecking, you have to go our of your way to get it and then you're parting with good money, good money which you could buy an eyeshadow with (OK, so I have my own weird problems, yes I factor money in terms of makeup).