 Okay, it’s Day 3 of working from home. Still loving it. I spend most of my time on the computer and I usually have the television on. Now, one of my guiltiest guilty pleasures is Trash TV. When I had a weekday off I would love to sit around and watch as many of the sleazy talk and contentious court shows as possible. The sleazier the better! Bring it on! I love them! I mean, how many people do you know that DVR Divorce Court and sometimes Maury?
So I figured a by-product of staying at home is that I could get my fill of trashy TV. Well, it’s Day 3 and I’ve had my fill! Seriously, I can't take anymore! I took an extra long walk with Joey today just to get away! It's too much.
I can’t take anymore paternity test drama on Maury. Even though, there will always be a place in my heart for women who do the Run of Shame after being 3000% sure that DaQuan is the father of little De'La'Ke'Neesha only to have Maury tell her that he is NOT the father. I can't take any more trailer trash and tranny travesties on Jerry, along with all of the flashers that attend to show to get those cheap-ass plastic "Jerry Beads." And, of course now, Jerry's former bodyguard, big and bald-headed Steve Wilkos has his on show. Everyday he's in the face of some abusive husband/boyfriend/pimp or just dealing with some seriously extreme family dysfunction which ends up in a whole lot of crying. I’m tired of Judges Hatchett, Alex, Mathis, Millian, Judy and especially Judge Joe Brown, too.
So what is a newly-unemployed, struggling entreprenuer to do?
I could fill my days with endless episodes of Law & Order SVU. But honestly, would replacing trash TV with creepy sexually deviant-based crimes be better?
Outside of The Cash Cab, I’m not a big fan of game shows and the more mainstream talk shows (Oprah, Phil, Ellen) bore me.
I love the Lord but I can’t say that I love the 700 Club or any of the other homemade Christian shows that come on down here during the day.
Lifetime really isn’t an option because I think overdosing on the Golden Girls and a steady diet of Lifetime movies (Mother May I Sleep With Danger, anyone?) might kill almost as many brain cells as trashy talk shows do.
Silence might work for a minute … but all day? That’s just creepy.
I guess, I’ll have to watch CNN. Labels: Me, Television, Work |
