I just realized a few days ago, while cleaning, that my television hasn’t even been plugged in for…I can’t remember how long.
It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed the hell outta TV in the past. Heck, it was my primary outlet for some of the cheesiest, stupid shows in childhood. I hold ‘Creature Feature’ responsible for my subversive love of C monster/SF bombs. It was as fun as hell. And this from someone who watched–and enjoyed–repeat showings of Bell Lab’s ‘Hemo the Magnificent’ and ‘Our Mr. Sun’ in classrooms.
There are many more choices now, but maybe the glut has just swamped my ability–or desire–to winnow through all of it.
There are umpteen options out there but nothing reliable enough, for information or whimsy, to rate staying with it. It puts me a real disadvantage for pop culture, without a doubt. I watched exactly one episode of Seinfeld, and none of Survivor, Friends or American Idol. A few of Buffy and The Simpsons, but not enough to really grab me. They were fun and all, but not overwhelming enough to pursue them.
Mostly I wandered away from television, and movies, for that matter, because nothing much in 'em grab me.
Fair being fair, this could be due to early training. TV and movies were treats, frills, that were apportioned out. An hour–max, maybe–on school nights; maybe an hour and a half on weekends, depending on the show. Television just wasn’t the default. It was one option, weighed among many.
I can’t keep up with the TV/movie-fads-du-jour, and lack the drive to try. The onslaught is overwhelming. The times I do get caught up usually end up feeling like pigging out on cotton candy.
No fault or pissyness for those who can winnow out the gems. It just doesn’t work for me.