IT’S ON TV BUT THAT’S WHERE REALITY ENDS

It’s time to wise up for those outraged by the antics of wannabes chasing 15 minutes of fame

HERE’S a tip guys: it’s reality TV, not real life.

Honestly, you’d think after all these years the use of stunt casting and selective editing would not be the surprise storyline twist for viewers.

But night after night, social media lights up with commentary from enraged fans who appear to have been duped into believing what they’re watching is real.

Pouty Davina Rankin (pictured) is the latest reality “star” to have been bombarded with death threats over her antics on Married at First Sight.

The blogger has admitted she feared for her safety because “crazy” fans believed she actually was a “homewrecker”.

And, even if she did have an affair with a co-star, it hardly warrants her life being threatened or even being on the receiving end of the abuse being hurled her way.

Surely most sensible people understand that what’s seen on screen isn’t the whole story and that the participants are just performing for the cameras to make a name for themselves?

After all you don’t need to debase yourself for a red rose from The Bachelor’s human Ken doll to find lasting love.

And seeking public criticism from Pete Evans and a motley crew of contestants with questionable culinary skills isn’t the only path to becoming a qualified chef.

Fame – at any cost – is almost always the most sought-after prize in any reality series. Viewers just need to chill out and enjoy the spectacle.

There’s no sinister agenda at play here, folks. Network chiefs aren’t claiming that Married at

First Sight is a fly-on-thewall documentary.

And it shouldn’t be a shock to discover that casting agents, as well as the so-called relationship experts, have a hand in who gets paired for TV matrimony.

Why do you think the couples on this show all look like they should be seated in a plastic surgeon’s waiting room? You don’t see these faces on eHarmony.

It’s pretty obvious the contestants on this show are after 15 minutes of fame, not a lifetime of wedded bliss. And good luck to them. They are providing a service with their tawdry attentionseeking.

They are providing material for people to gossip over at work and are briefly focusing the paparazzi’s attention away from stalking the likes of Sam Armytage.

So instead of sending these fame-seekers death threats, it might be time to send them a thank you card.

Because, let’s be honest, if you really wanted to watch real life unfold, you’d switch off the TV and talk to your family.