I’m telling you this so that you’ll give me some sympathy, but I don’t control the remote control in our house. Just like with my children, sometimes you have to pick your battles and by the time the kids have gone to bed, I don’t have any fight left in me to argue about what to watch on TV. This means that most evenings I get to watch my husband’s favorite shows, including such exciting programming as Modern Marvels, How Things are Made, and Wednesday Night at Range. One good thing, I suppose, about all this “educational” TV that I watch is that I’m well versed on how windshields are installed in cars, how whiskey barrels are rotated, and the best stance to take when an intruder has entered my home.
All this knowledge AND I’m available for parties!
I get most of my TV knowledge and thus, my pop culture knowledge, from Twitter and Facebook. I live vicariously through everyone else’s television viewing. If it weren’t for my friend’s status updates, I probably wouldn’t know important information such as the Real Housewives names.
It’s statuses like these that make me feel so left out!
“Did you see what happened on so and so show last night!?!”
“I cried and cried at the finale of that show!”
“I’ve never been so angry, they cheated us out of an ending!”
“Can’t wait for such and such show to start! It’s my favorite.”
It’s because of this, I have a long list of shows that I plan to watch. Some shows I’ve already watched, but being a year or five behind everyone else means that I don’t have anyone to talk to about my shows. I’m dying to talk about the LOST finale, but yeah, I’m late to the party as usual.
nggallery template=’carousel’ id=’3′