The last time I blogged about a mid-season replacement reality show it was the resplendent Dating in the Dark.  Tonight James 3.0 and Nate beDazzle subjected me to the nob job that is Find My Family.  Here’s the skinny on the worst show I’ve seen since I tried to go back to watching All My Children when I had mono in college.  Long lost adoptees are reached out to by their birth parents/sisters/brothers/turtles/dogs/families they never knew… on national television.  Tonight’s episode featured parents who desperately needed to feel absolved for giving up the child they had when they were too young to raise her.  

I am not anti-adoption.  That’s your choice.  I can’t imagine having to make a decision with that kind of gravity.  My largest daily decision is if I want to eat peanut M&Ms out of the communal office H1N1 cesspool and if I eat said-M&Ms (which I usually do - take that Swine!) how many extra minutes I’ll have to spend on an aerobic torture device that night.  I hold near and dear friends who have adopted, who are adopted and who have given up children for adoption.  The difference is, there is, usually, put in place an agreement beforehand as to what will/should happen as to the child knowing their birth parents.  I assure you, nowhere in those agreements are written the words “at 9 PM following Dancing with the Stars.” 

There is so much fundamentally morally wrong with this show.  So.  Much.  But I think the worst part is that the geniuses at network are perpetuating the mindset that adoptive parents are not real parents.  I have news for you kids,  those adoptive parents of yours ARE your parents and they are infinitely more worthy of you than the boners that want to take you on national television to meet you under the FAMILY TREE (read: a tree that has been planted on a hill somewhere behind the Hollywood sign).  Hey ABC, before you make these people sign away their rights to profiteer off one of the most profound and what should be touching moments of their lives to play in syndication if you so choose, are you going to show those kids the tapes from the cutting room floor of you tracking down some deadbeat parents who slam the door on your cameras when you show up?  Yeah, I didn’t think so. 

What is happening, friend-os?  This is not something that people should be watching, and not something off of which broadcasters should be making sweet greenbacks.  Am I wrong here - is this not complete voyeurism?  Is there another side I don’t see?

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