It’s a sad time and a happy time in our house – and all for the same reason.
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That reason being that My Kitchen Rules has finally finished.
Our daughter is the sad one; she’s been gorging herself on the series.
Which is ironic, given I doubt she'd actually eat most of the things they cook on the show.
At the dinner table it wasn't unusual for her to talk about the goings-on of various contestants as though they were her friends.
Mainly I think she liked it because it meant she could watch TV five nights a week. I’m not sure how she’s going to cope now – probably start watching MasterChef.
It’s me who is having the happy time.
I’m glad the show is over. And not just because it means our daughter might have to find non-TV related ways to amuse herself of an evening.
It’s also because I’m not a fan of shows that air 65 times a week for 11 straight years.
Yeah, I’m exaggerating things for the sake of comic effect. But still, I don’t see a need to have a show that airs five nights a week.
It’s just too much; they clearly end up padding things out with more and more “challenges” and “twists” because they have an insane amount of air time to fill up.
I was actually surprised to find out this series of My Kitchen Rules debuted in late January. For me, it feels like it’s been going much, much, much longer than that.
I also don’t like the way they latch onto any sniff of a conflict and flog the bejesus out of it.
Witness the way they played up the blow-up involving Sonya and Hadil (yeah, I had to use Google to find their names). Sure, the show may have acknowledged their bullying behaviour was out of line – but the makers were damned sure they cashed-in on it too.
At the end of the day, the show isn’t about food; it’s about conflict.
And I’m happy not to have that sort of thing around anymore.