The Dithering Heights of Hypocrisy

It pains me that such a disgustingly tacky, manufactured television show is able to encapsulate a whole nation of some 60 million people for an entire Saturday evening, including Gordon Brown. However, X factor for some macabre reason unbeknown to me, has some redeeming, comical and almost fascinating qualities. I can recall one of my Facebook status updates from a while back that read something along the lines of ‘Everyone on X factor and all of the people who watch it are, cunts.’ To be honest I could say that I still stand by my previous outburst of bad English and foul language, but from a different viewpoint.
I think a lot can be learnt from watching X factor, and by this I mean the way in which it reflects our society, the modern entertainment industry and in general, people. We live in a world today that is, in every conceivable way, completely competitive. There is an immense pressure for people to ‘become something,’ ‘become someone,’ ‘do something,’ ‘make something of yourself,’ and people will do anything they can that is humanely possible to achieve this, including cutting your dick off and putting it on YouTube or whatever the case may be. This is why I love X factor: ordinary, everyday people are suddenly awashed with the most convoluted form of manufactured stardom, and its hilarious. I love it. Look at ladies sensation Olly Murs, for example, a few months ago he was working as an energy advisor in a call centre, and now? Hes the Frank Sinatra of Essex.
The show in itself is also a masterpiece: the four judges, who take their seats after a gladiatorial, WWE style overdone wrestling entrance. The way their conversations are choreographed to the utmost degree, how they interact with each other and their sacred contestants, is brilliant. I’m probably going to add to this, however it may be a little overdue if this weekends show goes to Deadlock. Last time my heart nearly imploded due to the excitement. Anyway, my point is, I love X factor, for all the wrong reasons.