I don’t work on Mondays, nor do I have class. But I did have an incredible amount of work to catch up on. I found myself procrastinating a little too much - watching TV, bouncing around the internet - and decided to punish myself. So I turned to the WB (I can’t believe I just called it “the” WB) and watched the entire episode of 7th Heaven.
Jesus jumpin’ up was that show bad. I couldn’t believe how horribly predictable and overtly preachy it was! Okay, I’ve been forced to watch “Fondled by an Angel” (my sister-in-law is a huge fan) before, but it has nothing on 7th Heaven. I kept watching the show hoping that something bad would happen to this Thomas Kinkade lovefest of a family. But alas, happy endings abound in this alternate universe of cookies and milk.
For those of you who are completely unfamiliar with the form of torture known as “7th Heaven”, let me fill you in as best I can. The show revolves around a family headed by a minister and his wife. They apparently have 7 children - I’m going to surmise that many of them are adopted (I think the youngest is African-American - the Lord works in mysterious ways, but not THAT mysteriously). During the show, the mother is continuously baking cookies and telling everyone who walks through the door how much she loves them. In fact, in this particular episode, the 11 year old girl brings a friend over to spend the night who has some self-esteem issues. It turns out that the mother is the first person to EVER tell this girl that she loves her.
The show certainly has commendable themes. I’ll give it that. But the morals being displayed are so completely overt and blatant, and the acting and timing so horribly off, I wanted Larry Flynt and his gay lover Ozzy Osborne to move in next door to rock these people’s world.
At least it disturbed me enough to turn the TV off and start studying again.