BY NATALIA HAWK
Question: What are you doing at 6:45pm tonight?
Answer: This.
I’m gathering my friends, turning off my phone and settling in to watch the first episode of The Biggest Loser 2013.
There is a group of us who will always take the premiere of a reality TV show and use as an excuse to throw a party. A party in front of the television. (The best kind, really.)
It’s probably not the most social of parties. During the show, nobody is allowed to talk unless it is a life-or-death matter. Popcorn is silently passed between hands.
Chatting is permitted during the ad breaks but as soon as the logo comes back, there’s a lot of shushing. If you’re crying then you will also be shushed. Small sniffles are grudgingly permitted.
We all become far too emotionally invested in the lives of our favourite reality TV show contestants – which is pretty silly when you really think about it. They’re people on a screen, after all. People that, just five minutes ago, would have been complete strangers to us.
But still. We get overly upset, and then we laugh at how ridiculous we’re being and swear to ourselves that we won’t be so crazy-involved next time. And then next time comes and we’re mopping our tears up with the couch cushions. As you do.
I’m particularly excited for The Biggest Loser to start back as I’m interested in the idea of the generational obesity cycle – and how it might be broken.