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It was about judging people and how we're not judging them on the things they THINK we're judging them on.
For example, it said something along the lines of: I don't care about your political affiliation but you better believe that, if you watch The Big Bang Theory, I'll judge you for it.
I used to watch The Big Bang Theory.
Before I became a t.v. snob.
That's what deployment has done to me.
"Oh, you watch CBS? Sorry bout your luck." (It's only America's "most watched network" because it's included on basic cable.)
"Your favorite show is Parenthood? Uh, okay." (The camera work, uneven dialogue, and character relationships make me dizzy.)
"How do you NOT have HBO?" (It's worth the $15 a month.)
"What's Downton Abbey about? How much time do you have? And, also, where is this rock that you live under?" (It's on PBS. Your excuse is invalid.)
Anyway, I find it very hard to relate to people I meet everyday because of my current T.V. snobbery.
I'm okay with this. Though it does hurt my heart a little bit when the highlight of someone's week is CSI. The fact that we live in a nation in which CSI can stay on the air for over 10 years...well, it makes me sad. WHOARETHEPEOPLEWATCHINGTHISSHOW?
Last spring, I spent my lunch period reading about the intricacies and inner-workings of Mad Men on slate.com.
I think that is where my problem started.
Anyway, my current woe is that, in Alaska, Dexter and The Walking Dead both start at 8pm. I record one, watch the other. Which show I watch (first) depends on my mood.
So this past Sunday, I decided I'd watch Dexter first...then, 10 minutes in, I HAD TO KNOW what was happening in that prison. So I went to The Walking Dead and at 9pm, I turned off the downstairs t.v. (the one with the DVR with my precious Dexter stored for me) and went upstairs. I turned on Homeland in real time while I showered and prepared for Monday morning. I kept myself busy until it was time for Dexter to come on again at 10. Remember there's no DVR upstairs! (I know: horrific.)
So then I end up staying up til 11 (a real feat), and then I can't sleep til at least midnight because the adrenaline is running after watching Dexter get chased through a serial killer's maze.
Obviously, I have a problem (maybe more than one).
And don't even get me started on how confused I become when I try to add an episode of The Talking Dead* into the mix.
*For those under that-giant-good-t.v.-blocking rock, The Talking Dead is a half hour recap show of The Walking Dead.
Oh. Gotta have a zipper shot.
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