Thank God, MTV's Splitsvilla has finally split up, saving us of countless hours of silly bickering and immature attention-seeking antics. Imagine, a generation in which women consider themselves so empowered they smile half amused, half pitifully at their mothers' tales of kitchen living, here came a TRP hogger that sent able young women squabbling over two boys — not stars, not millionaires, not Adonises, not even, in my opinion, eligible enough lookswise, mannerwise, or in the least, wise! What self respecting man would make him a screen subject of scrutiny as what woman would want to 'lure' her guy (whom she personally knows nothing about) sleazily amidst public leching?
And, what's even more astonishing is how smart, 'independent-minded' college teens, who'd otherwise debate women's equality to death in their campus cafeterias, followed every episode with absolute devotion and kept track of the most nonsensical piece of gossip doing the rounds in the demeaning tamasha township. A futile chase fed by glamour gluttony, semi-clad seduction, pretentious puppy romance, obscenity-oozing cat fights, glorified guys and a fairytale end leading to farcical fame that'll last as long as your memory of this blog post does. 'A thinking age', did they say?
