I stupidly turned on the new Channel 9 show “My Kids a Star”. Omigosh, it’s horrible. Tantamount to child abuse really.
It’s like the producers have taken some B grade performers from the Woop Woop Eisteddfod who have particularly neurotic parents, and have then taken their parents delusion as a license to absolutely rip in to these kids who have done nothing wrong but be spawned by nutjobs.
I mean, it’s safe to say that about 75 per cent of parents who shove their kids in dance, singing or drama classes have some delusion that their child is actually talented. If your parents aren’t one eyed and deluded about your talent levels, who the hell will be? They are really your only hope.
But it’s not some phenomenon that needs to be remedied via the medium of reality tv and Danny Bonaduce (!! I know!! WTF!!!).
Most of these kids will move on in a few years, and if they don’t, there are always other reality tv formats to smack them around the ears with a dose of the real world (e.g. Idol, SYTYCD).
This show is pointless and embarrassing and probably will mean half these kids are going to be in therapy one day.
I mean, I was a star of the Albury/Wodonga Eisteddfod, but I realised that perhaps the world wasn’t ready for a portly and not particularly skilled ballerina, so I graciously stood back from the limelight and decided on a retiring career in community journalism.
Seriously, they will get over it.