So Made in Chelsea Series 3 finished last night (more about that in another post - TOO many thoughts to process right now) and one of my (male) flatmates still can't understand what there is to like about a programme like this. And as much as we do get on, there's a lot we differ in opinion about and Made in Chelsea is definitely just the tip of the iceberg.

 Nevertheless, it did force me to argue my point and though I no doubt spoke like I was suffering from some form of verbal dyslexia (no change there then), I'd like to say that my points were eventually accepted and I emerged victorious,  thus reinstating myself as Queen of Chestnut (a nickname granted to me, not one I decided to invoke for myself. I'm not that into totalitarianism.) And in his defence, he is right. I will religiously text my best friend every Tuesday morning questioning whether she has watched the latest episode and we then proceed to waste the rest of the morning examining the previous night's events and concurring (usually) who we love and who we loathe. For the record, we're both BIG Jamie, Binky and Caggie fans. She also likes Ollie but for me, Francis is pure gold. He has become my second spirit animal - Big Bang's Sheldon Cooper takes the first spot. For obvious reasons. Anyway, I tweeted about this, but in an alternate universe Boulle and I would definitely be socially awkward royalty. Bow down, bitches.

But back to the case in point, why is it that we invest so much time in a reality programme, caring about these people as if our lives depended on it, whilst the people who  we do depend on (i.e. our Government) rarely feature in our everyday conversations?

For me, it's a case of relatability. I can relate to the bitching and the backstabbing (that's 7 years at an all-girls school for you) and the boyfriends and the best friends. More importantly, these people have style and social media platforms meaning we can, if we desire, recreate their lives and their looks as close as we want. For the most part, investing in a show like Made in Chelsea is harmless fun. With the stresses of being a student, it's nice just to switch off and watch beautiful, beautiful rich people worry about their problems (which, in reality, aren't that far from the ones we experience too).

So until it stops airing (please, please air another series E4!), I'm not going to stop watching Made in Chelsea. And until David Cameron starts singing 'Wild Thing' on karaoke and taking photos of flowers on a kitchen table, Boulle will always take precedent.