She’s been invited to reality TV shows, they might not be ready for her

It seems I’ve reached the point in my career journey where I’m now seen as reality TV show material.

In a twist that feels stranger than fiction, this summer has been filled with inquiries from not one, not two, but three casting directors, asking about my “interest” in becoming a reality TV contestant. Before you ask, yes, all of these casting directors were legitimate and vetted.

When the first call came, my laughter was so loud and uncontrolled that it startled my cat, probably rattled a few windows, and left me gasping for breath.

My initial response was a firm “no.” Yet, being an incurably curious person who sometimes puts herself at risk for the sake of exploration, I decided to at least hear them out.

The casting director who reached out to me was an absolute delight, full of questions. No surprise to anyone who’s been reading this column, I thoroughly enjoyed the interaction.

It turned into quite the oversharing session. Questions ranged from my childhood experiences to my parenting style. That struck me as odd, given that I wasn’t auditioning for a show like “Real Housewives.” Admittedly, I’ve even crafted a “Real Housewives” tagline over the years: “Snarky’s not a bad thing, especially when you’re snarkalicious.” Yes, it needs work.

This opportunity was for a show where contestants compete for a cash prize and need to be “devious yet likable.”

Surprisingly, I made it far into the process, right up to the stage before a physical and mental evaluation. Unfortunately, I was cut. My son volunteered that it was a good thing I didn’t make it to the psych evaluation since, according to him, I wouldn’t have passed.

He might be onto something since they probably look for a different kind of “crazy” than I possess.

Then, a few days later, another reality show reached out. When I asked if I had somehow landed in a casting pool for baby boomers, the casting person laughed and revealed he found me through my TikTok videos. He explained they were looking for a “feisty, opinionated older woman.”

Umm, OK. Bingo, I suppose. But by then, being a casting newbie no more, my immediate concern was the bathroom situation. The question seemed to catch him off-guard.

As a “feisty, opinionated older woman,” I have high standards for toilet availability and cleanliness, and I absolutely require three-ply toilet paper. Two-ply might suffice, but it would be a struggle.

Once the show’s premise was explained and it became clear that the bathroom accommodations would be primitive, I asked if they were planning to film in hell. Because that would be my personal version of it.

Just last week, yet another casting director contacted me. This time they were looking for a “helicopter mom” and her family.

Initially, I felt a bit insulted by the “helicopter mom” label. More importantly, my family, apart from me, shuns attention. Seriously, how are we even related?

So once again, it was a polite, “thanks but no thanks.” Still, I remain hopeful that there’s a perfect reality TV show for me. Perhaps a show where I travel around reviewing the world’s best public toilets or a bathroom cleaning competition. Both would play to my three-ply strengths.

Source: particlenews.com