I have a secret. It’s not the kind of secret that would get me kicked off an Olympic shot-put team. And it’s not the kind of secret that would make my boyfriend dump me. It’s not even the kind of secret that a reality show would be interested in. It’s a boring little secret, but shameful nonetheless.
I am addicted to The Wizards of Waverly Place. For those of you who don’t watch the Disney Channel, the show is about a family of wizards. Well, that’s not entirely right. The parents aren’t wizards, although the dad used to be, but their three kids are. Or they will be until they grow up. Because you see, in the Wizarding World, there can only be one wizard per family. So only Selena Gomez or her ugly big brother or her ugly little brother are going to be able to keep their magical powers.
Selena has a boyfriend who becomes cloyingly obnoxious whenever there’s a full moon. And then there’s her fictional boyfriend who is a werewolf (ha ha, a little joke about Justin Bieber there). The show is terribly acted, terribly written and utterly addicting. I really can’t understand what it is about this show that keeps me watching. Every time the ugly little brother does something stupid and the ugly big brother’s eyes grow wide with disbelief, I think, “This is the worst show EVER!” But do I turn it off? No.
And every time Selena’s werewolf boyfriend grows his super-cheesy sideburns and howls at the moon, I think, “Seriously, I have GOT to stop watching this junk!” And then I keep watching this junk.
Maybe I just love any show that has to do with magic. Maybe that’s why I love My Little Pony.
Oops — there goes another dirty little secret.