Mary Margaret Park

I dreamt redemption; a faraway landscape where the novelties of human existence are but a passing lane in traffic; a linear tastes testing circuit where nothing but all things welcome are permitted without quandary. I dreamt redemption in a time when all things stopped, and I couldn’t dream anymore. I felt redemption when I slept [...]

Are programs based in reality art? How do we measure artistic integrity in reality TV programming? Should we measure it based on how large the divide is between reality and integrity? I suppose there is art in the human condition, but when viewed through the lenses of reality TV, it’s more like an estranged form [...]