Help, it’s a funny thing. Some people want it, others can’t abide it. But enough of the word wrangling. I must confess that I have a bit of a soft spot for some of these lifestyle help programmes that seem to populate the airwaves. Yes, some are downright pants but there are others (How to Look Good Naked) that jump out at you. I think with the latter is the presenter, Gok, who makes the show. He is so positive and sincere. It’s lovely to see. It’s so not about size 0, it’s about real women and understanding that the magazines peddle a figure unobtainable by 90% of us. Coupled with the Dove campaign of recent years, I hope we’re on the cusp of a return to normality when it comes to female models. A (t)girl can dream right? 🙂
So, why the question about help? While some shining wits may say I need help (Ed: I think your beyond help now my girl) this isn’t about me. I think it is one thing to admit you need help, yet it is quite another to put yourself out there on TV and be seen warts and all. Personally, I think it is very brave. I’m too much of a private person to do it. Ironic perhaps coming from a blogger! But then you, well most of you, don’t know me in a social context, so my modesty is preserved.
But enough about me (phew!), is there more to this phenomenon than media ‘show cloning’? Is it that we’ve lost our social networks that allow us to help others? Are we too polite to offer help for fear of offending or patronising? Or do we muddle along ourselves to the point that we do not feel we have anything to offer others? Maybe there’s an element that we’re too proud or too scared to ask our friends and family for help? Sure, the telly will mean you get your 15 minutes of fame (more like 2.35 these days) but unlike expressing your inner being to your friends, the exposure may be more fleeting.
[ Today’s lyric (well, like duh!), The Beatles. BTW, did you enjoy the Sgt Pepper covers? ]