My friend, the telly
Stretching out on the couch is something that I’ve taken to recently. The television, especially with the advent of cable, is godsend for people like me who’ve given up the party scene and the rock nights. I realize I can spend my time more productively, maybe learning a new skill, making an effort to improve my creative writing skills, or even just read a new book. But an easy, mindless escape is what I am after, and the solution comes with easy clicks.
When I’m a bit down, tired, or just need to zone out for a while, I pop in a Sex and the City DVD and I’m easily appeased. It’s always been a fun watch, and while I don’t suffer any (more) anxiety from not being able to watch a new episode every week, I have discovered that the series is still a favorite means of escape. Even if I no longer empathize with their singleness, I still get hooked as they undergo their unending quest to answer their questions about life and love. After all, I find that we never stop asking the same questions, since circumstances always reshape the kind of answer that you are seeking.
I also find that I am seeing thins anew, no matter how much I think I know the episodes by heart. I now enjoy watching Miranda deal with her unexpected pregnancy, including the symptoms and anxieties, and I laugh at the moment she pulls her finger and inadvertently, err, salutes the queen, and I ponder about Carrie being broke at 35 with (only) $40,000 worth of Manolos to her name.
What SATC is to me in terms of a happy celluloid escape is what Star Wars (all or any of the 6 episodes, and its offshoots) is to Armand. While I do not abhor the saga in any way, I am not at his level of fandom, and sometimes I don’t think anyone else is. So on some nights, we settle down to watch one of the movies, and I swear I don’t mean it when I fall asleep.
While I do like Star Wars on my own, I cannot compete with Armand and his compatriots of true lovers. But I appreciate their zeal for it, whether in terms of the movies, the merchandise, the games, the trivia and everything else that can come with the name. I can listen to talk about it, and even I went out of my way to read everything I could get my hands on while waiting for Ep3 to come out.
What I am not able to stand is any of those fighting shows, with its blood and violence as fodder, even if it’s with the scripted WWE; it is just not my thing. Shows like those, I just simply avoid, or argue about. I know though to just leave him alone, just like he does when I tune in to Date Plate, Clean House or Rugrats.
We’ve found out that late night TV is an easy respite for us after a long day’s work, and while we think that Conan kicks Leno’s ass by a mile, we watch them both. Recently, we’ve started rediscovering the reruns of Friends too, and it remind's me of how college friends would converge at my house to watch this series when it first came out-it sure is a unifying factor of sorts. And we’ve found a diverse range of shows for us to watch together: from Nigella Bites, to the Amazing Race, to Beat the Geek, to Mythbusters.
Yes, there are days when it’s either the TV or food for us, I guess. Sounds like the slob life, I know. But at the end of the day, literally, it doesn’t hurt to have a means of fun that doesn’t ask much from you. We still enjoy the occasional going out of the house and spending time with real people, but sometimes it can suffice to spend the night with just Joe Schmo, Oprah, or even Donald Trump. Just don’t ever force Brini Maxwell on me if you want to come watch with me.
When I’m a bit down, tired, or just need to zone out for a while, I pop in a Sex and the City DVD and I’m easily appeased. It’s always been a fun watch, and while I don’t suffer any (more) anxiety from not being able to watch a new episode every week, I have discovered that the series is still a favorite means of escape. Even if I no longer empathize with their singleness, I still get hooked as they undergo their unending quest to answer their questions about life and love. After all, I find that we never stop asking the same questions, since circumstances always reshape the kind of answer that you are seeking.
I also find that I am seeing thins anew, no matter how much I think I know the episodes by heart. I now enjoy watching Miranda deal with her unexpected pregnancy, including the symptoms and anxieties, and I laugh at the moment she pulls her finger and inadvertently, err, salutes the queen, and I ponder about Carrie being broke at 35 with (only) $40,000 worth of Manolos to her name.
What SATC is to me in terms of a happy celluloid escape is what Star Wars (all or any of the 6 episodes, and its offshoots) is to Armand. While I do not abhor the saga in any way, I am not at his level of fandom, and sometimes I don’t think anyone else is. So on some nights, we settle down to watch one of the movies, and I swear I don’t mean it when I fall asleep.
While I do like Star Wars on my own, I cannot compete with Armand and his compatriots of true lovers. But I appreciate their zeal for it, whether in terms of the movies, the merchandise, the games, the trivia and everything else that can come with the name. I can listen to talk about it, and even I went out of my way to read everything I could get my hands on while waiting for Ep3 to come out.
What I am not able to stand is any of those fighting shows, with its blood and violence as fodder, even if it’s with the scripted WWE; it is just not my thing. Shows like those, I just simply avoid, or argue about. I know though to just leave him alone, just like he does when I tune in to Date Plate, Clean House or Rugrats.
We’ve found out that late night TV is an easy respite for us after a long day’s work, and while we think that Conan kicks Leno’s ass by a mile, we watch them both. Recently, we’ve started rediscovering the reruns of Friends too, and it remind's me of how college friends would converge at my house to watch this series when it first came out-it sure is a unifying factor of sorts. And we’ve found a diverse range of shows for us to watch together: from Nigella Bites, to the Amazing Race, to Beat the Geek, to Mythbusters.
Yes, there are days when it’s either the TV or food for us, I guess. Sounds like the slob life, I know. But at the end of the day, literally, it doesn’t hurt to have a means of fun that doesn’t ask much from you. We still enjoy the occasional going out of the house and spending time with real people, but sometimes it can suffice to spend the night with just Joe Schmo, Oprah, or even Donald Trump. Just don’t ever force Brini Maxwell on me if you want to come watch with me.