The post where I talk about tv, and why it may not be rotting my brain…


This is our day, today. Wednesdays are always our heavier school/home day. It’s our routine, I kinda like it that way. Anyway, as Gen sits here scribbling out math problems (dividing decimals- YUCK!) I got to thinking about something pretty shallow, or maybe not, that’s been on my mind lately…

Chw & I spent a good part of Saturday through last evening watching Season 2 of the United States of Tara, after Gen went to bed. We first learned of the Showtime series, back in 2009. Toni Collette is one of my all time favorite actresses and so I {quite impatiently} waited for season one to arrive to Netflix. Miraculously (or at least I felt so) we ended up being snowed in, on New Years Eve, and so that marathon commenced and i fell in love with a smart and vital show…

When it takes a year of patience and waiting, to watch a show you love, you really get tested on two things: self control & loyalty.
Self control- with everything available, online, it can be hard not to ask questions, or dig for information.
loyalty- a year is a long time. losing interest wouldn’t be that tough.
This Sunday is the Golden Globes. {Yay!} i mention this because, roughly five or six years ago, I was one of the many who criticize the globes for giving the majority of “wins” to premium channel series… I would be the one rooting strongly for an ABC or NBC favorite, when suddenly HBO’s Six Feet Under (for example) would be announced… Their weird little techno theme song would fill the air and I would throw my fist against my knee in frustration. {confession: i get wayyy too involved.} Having only ever seen Sex and the City {Which, incidentally had lots of sex, and lots of city} I was convinced that the reason these shows were winning is because they had few rules and could show all of the immorality they wanted. Then, one evening we were perusing through the high def- cable channels and wondering what was so special about them anyway- {note inserted to point out that we are not as critical and negative as this post is making us-me- sound} when Peter Krause appeared on my TV. He was having dinner with what appeared to be his family. Instantly, the critic in me was captivated by every ounce of essence this show had. I need to point out here that I wasn’t even captivated by the shows I did watch, so for me to know nothing about these characters or what was actually going on- and be so “tuned in”- was a big deal. Turns out that, when the credits rolled about 6 minutes later, the show was none other than my Golden Globes nemisis- Six Feet Under…
About a week later I was diagnosed with the early stages of an aggressive form of breast cancer. I was put on a weird medication that made me a little lethargic and super depressed, (or maybe the diagnosis- which you may remember turned out to be a giant load of BS- was the cause of the depression… who knows, anyway-) I couldn’t get that show out of mind, and so, i started getting the seasons from the library.
Roll your eyes, if you want, but that show {from beginning to end} walked me through the darkest days of my life. Beautiful, poignant and yes- sometimes pretty offensive {Just like life, folks, sorry to say} it inspired me to take a lot of inventory in regards to my life. It was far more than entertainment, it was engaging and relevant. And yes, it did have sex- but that never really interested me so I grew to love the chapter skip options that much more.
The United States of Tara reminded me of those dark days, this week. If you aren’t familiar with the plot- it’s basically about a woman who has Dissociative Identity Disorder. It is brilliantly written and acted {thank you John Corbin and Toni Collette} but honestly, it is remarkably relevant to my own life. I am so grateful that my husband curled up beside me, on that gold couch, to watch this one (as he chose NOT to do with SFU, the stinker) because there have been many moments that felt like my own personal therapist coming at me from the tv.
The point of this long winded post about tv, of all things, is simply that there is mindless entertainment, for entertainments sake- and sometimes there is something more. There are people working hard to bring us a story that may challenge us, inspire us, open our eyes or prick our hearts. It’s not all bad, just like it isn’t all good. Too much of anything is horrible, and maybe entertainment related things fall into the “even more so” category…
Today I am being honest with myself about me. My issues. My struggles. And I am being grateful too. Gratefully acknowledging that, for the first time in maybe EVER, I am admitting that my quality of life has actually been affected in a beautiful way, by television…

2 thoughts on “The post where I talk about tv, and why it may not be rotting my brain…

  1. Hardly anything is all bad, even TV (although I'm usually in the "you'll rot your brain" camp). I'm glad you've found shows that are worth watching– and thanks for sharing!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.