In order for camp, as a genre, to be truly enjoyable it needs to rely on the naïveté of its subjects. It needs to be unintentional Like on the first season of Dance Moms, when kiddie choreographer Abby Lee Miller and the moms whose children are enrolled in her studio didn't realize just how fucking ridiculous they were placing emphasis on pre-teens' sexiness; their "ethnic" dance routines; or getting in drunken arguments that make children cry. They took everything so seriously. They were like characters in a Christopher Guest film—except even better because it was real life. The entertainment value of the show was totally wrapped up in their delusional idea that a woman in suburban Pittsburgh could make their children stars.

But then that actually happened. While the kids aren't exactly A-listers, they've achieved a modicum of fame. The fact that their dreams became a reality show makes it so that they no longer seem so absurd. Additionally, they all seem hep to that. So now they're contriving story lines in order to stay in that spotlight. And while their manufactured drama and bad acting does lend the show a certain pro-wrestling value, it's simply just not as much fun to laugh at these people now that they're in on the joke.