He watches outdoorsy crap, and shows me thousands of youtube videos of (some kind of truck) driving over (some kind of rock.) He swears they’re all different videos, but I see a truck driving over a rock. If I point out the obvious similarity of all of these videos and outdoorsy television shows, he starts telling me about suspensions and locking differentials and 4WD shit and the difference between sandstone rocks and shale, and my eyes glaze over, and we have an argument. So I just smile and nod and say “hmm, neat” and never really look. After watching outdoorsy crap and trucks driving over rocks, he then starts making plans for camping trips, and I start investigating divorce laws in Georgia, because I’m the least outdoorsy person in the history of ever.
I watch documentaries about ancient history, and Antiques Roadshow, and far too many cooking and home renovation shows (and I’m completely charmed by Rev Run’s wife Justine.) And anything where someone criticizes badly dressed people and makes them change clothes. I also yell at the TV when something purports to be “history” or “educational” when it’s patently stupid and wrong and ridiculous. All of this makes my husband roll his own eyes.
We can watch a few things together: Amazing Race, Chopped, Genealogy Roadshow. Fortunately, we have multiple TVs and laptops and don’t have to watch the same thing unless we want to.