Yesterday, at a kids' birthday party, I was standing by the bouncy house watching my boy/girl twins, now five-and-three-quarters, bounce themselves into a gleeful state, when a pregnant woman approached me. Her own kid, a three-year-old girl, was bouncing along with mine, and she'd ascertained mine were twins. "Any advice?" she asked, explaining, "I'm about to have twin boys."
I was instantly transported back to those early days of twin momhood, when I felt as if I'd been instantly propelled into a giant bouncy house the moment the c-section began.
Maybe it started with the sniping between roommates on MTV's THE REAL WORLD, the grand-daddy of today's mis-named "reality" tv shows. Or maybe it was SURVIVOR, which featured a weekly climax in which someone was always "voted off the island." But whenever it started, it seems as if every "reality" show has one thing in common with every other "reality" show: somebody's always getting eliminated. Along the way, the contestants are generally humiliated and subject to verbal, even physical, abuse. But that's just TV. It doesn't mean our culture, the one in which we're raising our kids, is pervasively cruel, does it?
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