Say No to Crappy TV
I watch too much TV. There I said it. And it’s true. What is too much? Well, too much is when I’m too intrigued by what the “Real” Housewives are doing to pick up the several remarkable books on my nightstand or, God-forbid, actually utilize my expensive elliptical. I need to do something about this. (And I’ll save all of my deep thoughts on the psychology behind why we watch reality shows for another-someday-post.)
Dr. Phil, maybe it was Oprah, says that I must first acknowledge that I have a problem. Acknowledged. I watch too much television… and to get even more specific, I watch too much crappy television, specifically “reality” shows.
Here’s a list of the reality shows I’ve been known to be glued to:
Bridezillas – Proof that white-trash comes in all colors and races
Cheaters – What’s not to love.
Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D List – Kathy has a wicked sense of humor that I can take only in small doses.
Millionaire Matchmaker – This show proves that just because you have money doesn’t mean you have class or taste.
Real Housewives of Orange County – They are all vapid but Lauri’s my favorite housewife.
Rock of Love – Yes, I’m embarrassed to say I have watched this. Several times.
Ruby – She is a classy sweet overweight lady fighting to lose the weight.
Scare Tactics – Omer and I each want the other to be a victim on this show.
Super Nanny – Not surprisingly, watching this show makes me feel like a wonderful parent.
Tim Gunn’s Guide to Style – Tim’s voice draws me in and his fashion tips keep me watching.
Work Out – If only I’d be more interested in the actual working out tips then the drama on this show.
I wouldn’t want to guess how many hours of my life I’ve wasted watching such crappy shows. And it’s an intriguing question for me as to why I do. The obvious answer would be laziness. It’s just much easier to turn it on and tune everything out. And that tuning out is the problem… the stuff I miss, the other things I could be doing, books to read, conversations to have, recipes to tackle….
I’m making a public declaration that for the next seven days (February 23 – March 1) I will choose what I watch wisely and seek to be entertained by purely fictional (read: not reality) or educational (read: talk-shows, self-help, cooking) shows.
That last sentence could oh so easily be deleted. But, no. I’m gonna do it. Here’s to seven days of crap-free TV! (Gulp.) (Oh, and just so there is no doubt, Nip/Tuck is not included in this tv fast as it is purely high-quality fictional entertainment.)
