It's likely that I'm the only person on the planet that didn't go gaga for reality TV when it first made it's debut…uhm... whenever that was. I didn't care to watch people eat bugs on Fear Factor because I thought it was gross, and I thought that anyone who looked for love on television a la The Bachelor was probably going to attract the wrong kind of person.

I started watching American Idol only when an actual flesh-and-blood friend of mine was on it (spoiler alert: she didn't win), and I'll admit that I'm still pretty attached to it. It figures that no one I know watches it anymore.

Mostly, I avoid the other shows because while the initial appeal: that the shows were real and unscripted unlike the Prime Time television shows, it's clear that this is no longer the case. I mean, have you seen some of the plot twists on these shows? Couldn't be more contrived.

Which is fine with me. I'm just not that interested in watching real people do things. There's a reason most people aren't on television: we're all boring. If you were to come over to my house on any given night to observe my family in action, chances are you'd be bored stiff. So the producers liven it up with "and then the man was really a woman" or surprise engagements and pretend pregnancies. I don't know. It all seems desperate and weird. Obviously, I'm in the minority, because the shows keep chugging along.

Take for example, Wife Swap, a show I've seen a grand total of twelve whole minutes of and that was when I was stuck at a friend's house once. The premise is that two completely different kinds of people switch wives for a week or so. Hilarity ensues as the cameras whirl.

Shockingly, I was contacted to be on the show. The producers found me several years ago through my blog. When I informed my husband of it, we spent a good deal of time trying to imagine who the other half of the show would be. The yin to our yang. We never really came up with much, but it was a pretty quick "no way" in my mind.

While I wouldn't mind fame and adoration, I don't think I'd care for cameras following me around. They'd be trying to get me to flip out because someone in my "new family" had served me a hunk of raw meat teeming with maggots for breakfast or I'd been forced to try and learn to dance the funky chicken. Plus, I really didn't need the entire world judging my hideous green dining room that I haven't gotten around to painting yet.

I do enough judging of that myself, thank you very much. If offered, would you choose to be on a reality show?