When Scott Baio admits he cant commit because hes always looking for the next best thing, I think of that guy I dated in college who wouldnt return my calls whenever I started talking about getting exclusive.
Survivor and Survivorman both make me grateful for cooked food.
Paula Abdul falling down and having a mental breakdown about costumes for the Bratz movie reminds me not to sweat the small stuff.
The Amazing Race shows me all the places I want to see on my vacation days and also what kind of traveler I want to be (not one who screams at taxi drivers).
Reality TV also makes me a better person. When Im tempted to slick my hair into another bland ponytail and wear my comfortable shoes, I remember that What Not to Wear could be secretly filming me, and Im usually convinced to put on a dress and some snazzy heels.
Watching the Biggest Loser can make me pass up dessert, keeping me on-track with my fitness goals.
Trading Spaces has inspired me to paint my walls; Extreme Makeover: Home Edition has inspired me to buy a new area rug and make a donation to Katrina rebuilding.
So though my parents would still rather have me read a book, and my friends would rather I join them out at the bar, Ill be at home, sprawled on my couch, watching reality TV.