In life, as with reality TV, seasons come and go. Premieres succeed and fail much like we do as we try new things. And in the end, all things change.
So it is with mixed emotions that I am writing this final reality column. I’m a little sad that it’s coming to an end, but excited about what lies ahead. It’s hard to believe that it has been almost five years since “Reality Bites” made its debut.
We’ve seen the likes of Omarosa, made famous by Donald Trump’s “Apprentice” endeavor.
We’ve cried with and for “Britain’s Got Talent” superstar Susan Boyle as she wowed the world and became an overnight singing sensation.
We’ve seen “Moment of Truth” contestant Lauren Cherri shock viewers by admitting that she had cheated on her husband in the past.
We’ve wondered what “Bachelor” Jason Mesnick was thinking when he asked the supposed love of his life to marry him and then changed his mind, saying he was really in love with the runner-up.
We’ve fallen in love with “Real Housewives” from all over the country, sat on the edge of the couch to see which “Idol” or “America’s Got Talent” contestant would be eliminated or crowned the winner.
You’ve read about reality shows — “Say Yes to the Dress,” “Ace of Cakes,” “My Big Redneck Wedding” — that kept me entertained for hours as I prepared to marry The Man on the Couch.
And now, as life’s responsibilities change and I return to the Bangor Daily News as the new Lifestyle editor, it’s time to give the remote control back to The Man on the Couch (he’s not complaining) and try something new.
The number of places for readers to get their reality TV news and gossip has grown by leaps and bounds over the last five years, so I’m not abandoning you — just moving on to life’s next literary challenge, whatever that may be.
But you can be sure that the DVR will be set to record the favorites. I’ll still root for Mama Sox and Lee to make it to the “Idol” finale; I’ll be sure to tune in to this summer’s premiere of the new season of “America’s Got Talent”; I’ll keep up with the Kardashians; and I’ll never stop loving the original “Real Housewives.”
One more thing before I go — a big thank-you to The Man on the Couch for never changing the channel, canceling a scheduled recording or complaining about having to watch the latest reality flop.