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John Metz
DFW.com
I used to be proud, so very proud, that I could honestly say I didn’t watch much TV.
Nothing makes one feel more like an adventurous, life-seizing superhero than putting "dont have time for tv" in the "Favorite TV Shows" field of a Facebook profile. That’ll show whoever’s looking that I’m not a lazy slob with no life!
But what’s that they always say about pride coming before a fall? Tragically and slowly, I’ve returned to the comforts of the warm, glowing box. It wasn’t until a few weeks ago, when I woke up one Tuesday, and my first thought was of getting to watch The Biggest Loser that night, that I realized how far I had fallen. I was scheduling real-life interactions with human beings around TV shows — crappy ones!
My regression didn’t happen overnight. A couple of years ago, I felt left out of everyone else’s Lost fanaticism. I invested a great deal of time catching up on DVD so that I could, in real time, hang on every twist in this far-fetched phenomenon. When the show came back after a 47-year hiatus, my DVR was set. Hey, it came free with my cable and Internet service. Gimme a break. (Now there was a good show!)
Last summer, I acquired a roommate with whom I share bills, chores and a bed. This can be very dangerous when it comes to TV viewing, because your shows + their shows = twice as many shows. Hence I got hooked on The Biggest Loser. Each episode is two hours.
Even with skipping through the commercials, having BL on meant being bombarded with promos for 30 Rock and Celebrity Apprentice 2, also on NBC. Naturally, the DVR soon was set. The little red light came on almost every night. There was even a program we loved on Monday nights, but I’ve already forgotten what it was. Not time well-spent.
So things got out of hand, and I’m to blame. Partly. It’s also the economy’s fault. Where once I casually went out for dinner, drinks and a movie with friends on a weeknight, I now am regrettably cognizant of shrewder ways to spend $40 — like getting an oil change, procuring quarters for laundry, sponsoring a child through ChildFund (yes, I do). Or, you know . . . paying my cable bill.
Sadly for me, each aforementioned show ended its season this week. Far, far sadder is that I care. I let dumb shows become things I looked forward to. I’m pretty sure I can do better.
Now that the spring television season is over, I vow not to let myself get dragged into Bravo’s Fashion Show or . . . forget it, I don’t even want to know what’s coming on. Count me out.
I’d challenge everyone in my generation (Y, on the cusp of X) to not waste your youthful looks and energy letting TV become a ritual this summer. A little TV is OK; a life that revolves around it is not.
Instead, try doing stuff. Barbecue with friends, or, if you’re cannibalistically inclined, barbecue friends. Take an evening swim. Even if you look at Us Weekly in the hammock while sipping on a Red Bull, at least you’re getting fresh air.
As I’m constantly telling everyone, I’m not one to relentlessly push my ideas on people. But I, for one, am going to be using my mind this summer as I take a few classes, plow through some tough books and hone my talents. I’m going to see the Cats run the bases and watch fireworks light up the sky. Hell, maybe I’ll even grow some vegetables.
What I do isn’t important. What matters is getting that "Favorite TV Shows" field down, and the "Activities" field up.
http://www.dfw.com/158/story/127365.html
DFW.com
I used to be proud, so very proud, that I could honestly say I didn’t watch much TV.
Nothing makes one feel more like an adventurous, life-seizing superhero than putting "dont have time for tv" in the "Favorite TV Shows" field of a Facebook profile. That’ll show whoever’s looking that I’m not a lazy slob with no life!
But what’s that they always say about pride coming before a fall? Tragically and slowly, I’ve returned to the comforts of the warm, glowing box. It wasn’t until a few weeks ago, when I woke up one Tuesday, and my first thought was of getting to watch The Biggest Loser that night, that I realized how far I had fallen. I was scheduling real-life interactions with human beings around TV shows — crappy ones!
My regression didn’t happen overnight. A couple of years ago, I felt left out of everyone else’s Lost fanaticism. I invested a great deal of time catching up on DVD so that I could, in real time, hang on every twist in this far-fetched phenomenon. When the show came back after a 47-year hiatus, my DVR was set. Hey, it came free with my cable and Internet service. Gimme a break. (Now there was a good show!)
Last summer, I acquired a roommate with whom I share bills, chores and a bed. This can be very dangerous when it comes to TV viewing, because your shows + their shows = twice as many shows. Hence I got hooked on The Biggest Loser. Each episode is two hours.
Even with skipping through the commercials, having BL on meant being bombarded with promos for 30 Rock and Celebrity Apprentice 2, also on NBC. Naturally, the DVR soon was set. The little red light came on almost every night. There was even a program we loved on Monday nights, but I’ve already forgotten what it was. Not time well-spent.
So things got out of hand, and I’m to blame. Partly. It’s also the economy’s fault. Where once I casually went out for dinner, drinks and a movie with friends on a weeknight, I now am regrettably cognizant of shrewder ways to spend $40 — like getting an oil change, procuring quarters for laundry, sponsoring a child through ChildFund (yes, I do). Or, you know . . . paying my cable bill.
Sadly for me, each aforementioned show ended its season this week. Far, far sadder is that I care. I let dumb shows become things I looked forward to. I’m pretty sure I can do better.
Now that the spring television season is over, I vow not to let myself get dragged into Bravo’s Fashion Show or . . . forget it, I don’t even want to know what’s coming on. Count me out.
I’d challenge everyone in my generation (Y, on the cusp of X) to not waste your youthful looks and energy letting TV become a ritual this summer. A little TV is OK; a life that revolves around it is not.
Instead, try doing stuff. Barbecue with friends, or, if you’re cannibalistically inclined, barbecue friends. Take an evening swim. Even if you look at Us Weekly in the hammock while sipping on a Red Bull, at least you’re getting fresh air.
As I’m constantly telling everyone, I’m not one to relentlessly push my ideas on people. But I, for one, am going to be using my mind this summer as I take a few classes, plow through some tough books and hone my talents. I’m going to see the Cats run the bases and watch fireworks light up the sky. Hell, maybe I’ll even grow some vegetables.
What I do isn’t important. What matters is getting that "Favorite TV Shows" field down, and the "Activities" field up.
http://www.dfw.com/158/story/127365.html