On an actual television set, that is.
It's been awhile since I'd last snuggled up in my blue-striped pajamas, glasses and retainers in and curled up on the couch in my living room watching our big screen TV. When I did exactly that the other night, nostalgia kicked in.
As a child and grandchild of immigrants, growing up, our household TV was constantly on, as my grandparents and parents watched to learn English, to pass the time, and to satiate that fascination by the stories that can come out of the little square box. Our show of choice was I Love Lucy (probably because it was always on) and I think I have watched every episode of that six-seasons series. My grandparents and I would talk about Lucy's hilarious hijinks and bond over something our otherwise 60-years age gap might not have allowed for.
So for me, watching TV wasn't only something to pass the time. It was an experience, a ritual, a code of conduct.
In college, I lost the habit and the laptop became my main source for fulfilling my TV shows-viewing quota. OMg, to actually set aside a particular time and drag my way to the living room couch and turn on the TV? That's caveman behavior. And what do I do during the commercial breaks? Go get chips? Give me a break.
Nope, more and more, I would just stay hidden under my bedsheets, store up an insane amount of TV shows for the week and Hulu or DVD it. I don't watch TV shows with anyone else anymore. Don't share in the same viewing experience and talk about the shows at the time we're watching it, only afterwards. Partaking in television watching the other night made me realize how much I miss that experience. I do believe I want to experience it more. Won't you join me?
Oh, and if I still haven't convinced you to shut off that laptop and reach for the remote, maybe Mr. Horrible can...
Can that man suit up or what?
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