The Price is Wrong, Bitch

I used to watch The Price is Right all the time with my grand­par­ents. It came on and still comes on at 11am, right when they’d eat lunch. Plinko was my fa­vorite game, of course; my least fa­vorite: Blank Check. Today in the Canteen at work The Price is Right was on with Drew Carey and slight­ly mod­i­fied pro­duc­tion val­ues. Barker’s Beauties are long gone, re­placed by even more pla­s­ticky-look­ing va­pidi­ties; same old crap­py mer­chan­dise though.

The main epiphany that I had is the ge­nius of the show it­self. It gets peo­ple to watch a full hour of com­mer­cials in the guise of a game show. The Price is Right is the epit­o­me of American cap­i­tal­ism and con­sumerism. That it took a ma­jor change of cast to fi­nal­ly clue me in­to this fact is in­dica­tive of just how en­trenched in that sys­tem I am. Yikes.

It might be a bit un­fair to make the state­ment ap­ply sole­ly to America, as The Price is Right is in­ter­na­tion­al­ly pan­dem­ic. America has al­ways been good at ex­port­ing cul­ture and en­ter­tain­ment.

One thought on “The Price is Wrong, Bitch

  1. Plinko was al­ways my fa­vorite too!!! I al­so loved how Bob Barker cringed when peo­ple want­ed to hug him.

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