When I lived in New York, I took secret pride in not ever seeing a whole episode of any of those horrible reality shows - "Keeping Up with The Kardashians," "Real Housewives," "Girls Next Door," etc. etc.
Well when your best friends live across the sea, and you're missing the way only Americans can say "Oh my God" while texting, navel-gaze and emote without shame, those kind of programs are the ultimate comfort food. Some expats go to Tom Conran's Lucky Seven diner, but me, I plop on the couch in front of E! UK, which doesn't bleep out the curse words. (Kourtney Kardashian's got a mouth, baby!)
I know I should really adopt the whole "When in Rome" approach, but I'm sorry, "East Enders" looks like it was filmed by a high school AV club and "X Factor" just makes me nostalgic for watching "American Idol" with my parents.
The only UK shows I've gotten hooked on: "Life," "The Apprentice" (which kills Trump's version), "Dragon's Den" and "Stephen Fry's In America," the latter which hardly counts.
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