Down The Tube

Tuesday, September 27th, 2005
Like most people, I grew up watching television.  A LOT.  Nary an evening passed where I wasn't glued to the tube for less than a seven hours.  Eating dinner in front of the tube was not uncommon.  Even as a young adult, TV ruled my evenings.  The news, the sitcoms, the dramas, the syndicated classics - I watched them all.  To this day, I can quote virtually any episode of M*A*S*H - ever.  And to think they say America is culturally bankrupt.

And then something happened.  I think it occurred around the time the (not) reality TV craze hit.  It was at that point that television, in its entirety, jumped the shark.  I began to watch less and less until, at some point, I just stopped.  Cold turkey.  It was easy - I didn't even need the patch.  I went two years without even owning a TV.

The only TV I've watched since that point is pro football.  It's pretty much the only thing I can watch.  And I think it's alienating me from society.  People try to engage me in conversation with "...did you see [Insert name of latest hot TV show here] last night?", to which I reply, "I don't watch TV."  They stare blankly at me for a second, and then go on with their little story.  I listen, smile politely, and make a half-hearted effort at pretending to care.  When I fail to pick it up at my end, they usually falter and grasp at something else to say.  It's not that I'm a TV snob - I just DON'T CARE.

I do have a TV again - a hand-me-down from Mom.  I even went and bought an antenna, so I could watch football on Sunday and Monday.  Talk about old school.   While browsing the microscopic antenna selection at Best Buy, a salesman walked by and asked if I needed any help.  I couldn't have made him run away from me any faster if I'd told him I was wearing a vest full of dynamite. 
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