It seemed too crazy of a story from the start, didn't it? A balloon that looks like a spaceship takes off with a kid inside, later landing in a field without the boy. The parents' frantic appeals to find the boy caught the nation's attention. How could this happen? What kind of balloon could carry a small boy away? Where could he be?
And then we all came back to reality as we realized we'd been collectively duped.
I hope this episode is the moment we can look back on as the time we figured out how bad our collective addiction to Reality TV has become. We might even call this our Rock Bottom, I suppose. But then, as any addict can tell you... you never know what the bottom looks like until you're looking back at it from a place of health. And that's what Reality TV is: an addiction to a feeling of I'm-Not-As-Jacked-Up-As-You.To say that we've hit rock bottom at the present moment would be premature, though. As much as I'd like to say that we HAVE hit that bottom just like that balloon boy's space ship hit dirt, there's some nagging little noise inside that tells me we have yet to see that dark place. Until we do, there's this reality check:
1. People will do just about anything for 15 minutes of fame.
2. A narcissist doesn't care about the safety or well-being of anyone but himself, even if he professes to love them on national TV.
3. Way too many people are far too comfortable with lying in such a huge way just to get what they want.
4. Children will always tell it like it is. (Good for you, Falcon!!)
5. There are still amazing people that will do whatever it takes to find a lost little boy... even if his dad IS a douche.