The Age of the Idiot, the Death of the TV Star

I'm starting to wonder if reality TV is actually a good thing. I'm sure writers are having a hissy fit for not being invited to the reality TV money making machine, and trees are relieved that we don't have to murder as many of them to write story lines down, however watching a 'regular person' is a hindrance as well as a blessing. New forms of trashy tards are popping up all over my TV and yet the self esteem boost i get while watching won't let me turn away. I fear the mystique and glamore associated with entertainment stars is vanishing as a result of professional strippers, waiters and men who traded in brains for calve muscles. There is no way a Sally Field archetype would or could be prevalent today, when one could look up photos on any gossip site of her cooter drunk (ew, when she was younger) on the sidewalk in seconds. Instead of glamore and class we settle for low life trash. My only question is why are so many people eager to embrace the reality star appeal? It's like 6 degrees of reality TV. I can think of my brother's friend's baby mama who was on a reality show, can you? Does that make you happy, or sad?