by Kathy Fuller
I hate reality TV. I’m talking a seething, teeth-gnashing kind of hate, one borne from being a victim viewer of varied types of reality programming over the years. I’ve seen the shows about the kids, the hoarders, the housewives, the voices, the idols, the survivors, the couponers, the cake makers, etc. I’ve never been able to maintain a vested interest in any of them. Mostly I just lament the hours I wasted watching unlikeable people in lame situations with manipulated conflict, all represented as “real”.
So when I heard all the hoopla surrounding Duck Dynasty, I wasn’t going anywhere near it. Although I’m southern born and bred and have no problems with rednecks, I prefer my men with a lot less facial hair. But EVERYONE watches this show. The third season finale pulled in over 9 million viewers. Compare that with NBC’s entire network line-up and this show is a hit.
Plus, my husband started watching it. Therefore, I caved.