Last night, I swallowed my pride and watched FOX’s truly torturous “The Moment of Truth,” in which a person voluntarily gets hooked up to a lie detector and answers extremely personal – potentially life-ruining – questions in front of their family, significant others, and all of America. I swear I watched this for research purposes so I could report back on the blog. Really, I did!
The first person in the hot seat was George, who looked pretty darn upbeat for a guy who was admitting on national TV that he has a gambling problem, hit on his girlfriends’ friend, and helped someone smuggle something into the country. George walked away with $100,000, a big smile, and about half the dignity he possessed when the show started.
Next came Christie, a Miss America wannabe who thinks she’s hotter than her sister, says her mom is overweight, and had some kind of mysterious cosmetic surgery. Christie will grace our TV screens again next week.
I spent the entire show (or at least when I wasn’t covering my eyes and ears in second-hand shame for these people) screaming at my TV, “Why would a sane person do this to themselves?” Sure, there’s money involved ($500,000 to be exact), but that’s not that much money for all their putting at stake; they could end up with half a million bucks, but they could also end up divorced or fired.
I’m officially declaring this a low point for television.
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