One of the weirdest side effects of Reality TV is how much it makes America care about people we otherwise would never have known, empathized with, or sympathized about.
We watch couple after couple after intern after family strut their own private versions of the American Dream across the small screen. We watch desperate people with desolate lives forced to compete for millions of dollars.
As with everything, TV's job is to get us emotionally involved and with Reality television, this means picking favorites. Reality TV has taught me, though, favorites don't win.
Boston Rob, Rupert, Rob and Amber, Steph, Kris and Jon, Amy, Kevin, Angie ...
These are all the names of losers. Spunky? Sure! Needy? Some of them. Charasmatic, interesting, entertaining ... and all losers that I wanted to win one show or another at one time or another.
So, now I'm sitting here watching the finale of America's Next Top Model and I find myself almost afraid to watch the end. Kahlen should win, in my opinion. Will she? It's doubtful.
I want her to. That usually means she won't.
Then again, she could be another Zora.