Wow, television is crap.
I know, in my head I can hear David Rakoff saying “Well, I enjoy Nova.”.
EH and I have never had cable at home. For a while we had bunny ears on our set, and would pull in what I thought of as a good selection of what was out there: CBC, Radio Canada, 17, 19, City, maybe one or two others. But basically I just watched CBC and City.
When we moved, it took a little while to excavate the antenna. And the day I went to hook it up it gave me some trouble. So that I was pulling in a weak signal intermittently, and was having trouble getting it to play nice with the receiver. And I realized that just the flashes of TV I was seeing as I toggled were depressing me. Just… depressing. Melancholy and low-energy and blech.
So I unhooked it again. Put the bunnies back in the box, and decided to see what it was like to not have any TV.
And… it’s awesome. I love it. It’s changed my life. I didn’t think I had watched that much TV before, but you always watch more TV than you think. TV sux0rs you in. At the same time as it takes your energy away, it gives you something you can do with low energy. Big black box of self-perpetuating time loss.
Tonight I happen to be somewhere that has TV. And not basic TV either, but the whole untasty smörgåsbord. So I thought I’d sprawl out on the bed and indulge a little.
It turns out that it’s no longer an indulgence. TV’s depressing. The only things I’m flipping past that I’d want to watch are things I’ve already seen (a la Simpsons). I find myself flipping back to the menu to see if I can find something else to watch instead of the repeat, and end up drifting over to another repeat that’s caught my eye. Hours pass in this endless, fragmented, unfulfilling entertainment.
That’s really the rub. It’s not entertaining me. I was listening to a comedian on my iPod the other night that had me laughing so hard, EH asked me if I could switch tracks because the violent shaking as I laughed was keeping him awake.
In a few hours of flipping around on TV though, I don’t think I’ve laughed once. I’ve seen a looooooot of cop/forensics nonsense that all look the same. Sitcoms where it takes 10 seconds of watching to be able to predict the next joke (and the next, and the next…). Reality TV that looks absofrickinlutely nothing like reality. The same commercials over and over and over and over again (omg, this alone is maddening). Lots of Gordon Ramsey being “hard”. Arrrrr Gordon, arrr.
And I say boo. The story of Ira Glass singing along to the OC theme song I both identify with and find funny, but it’s just not me anymore. I’ll sing along to “California” when it comes up in my playlist, but not because of Seth and Summer (or Ryan and Marissa). Jon Stewart FTW, but in clips I find on… cough… other media.
Not watching TV allows you to cherrypick. Or let other people cherrypick for you. “Did you see… omg, I’ll send it to you.” Trawling for something, anything, good yourself is exhausting. There’s just so much mediocre flotsam to get through. My mental muscles are exhausted from the search.
Speaking of exhaustion — if I’m gonna be low energy and just lying about, I’ll devote my whole self to it. Really apply myself to my sedantating. Stare at a wall, sip some tea, let my own sleepy thoughts ramble. It’s okay TV, I’ve got it covered.