Commitment-Phobe, Thy Name is P
I used to be such a nice girl. So dedicated and devoted.
At one time, I was strictly a one-show gal, commited to the end.
Seinfeld
Law & Order
X-Files
Oz
Sex and the City
The Sopranos
Friends
Name it and I watched it religiously. I knew backstory. I cared about the characters, even had a mini-meltdown when X-Files moved from Friday to Sunday because it threw off the karmic energy of my week.
I rebounded from the X-Files move and all was well in my world until the HBO Block fiasco.
Sunday nights were for The Sopranos, Sex and The City and Oz. But slowly, the schedules changed. Sex and The City moved. Then The Sopranos took one of their notoriously long hiatuses. And Oz was near impossible to find anymore.
I was then stupid enough to try my hand at one of Showtime's original programs...something about Pro-ballers. Hoop Dreams, I think, with Mykelti whatshisface (Bubba from Forrest Gump). The show was moderately interesting but then with no warning they stripped it off the air.
Just gone, no story lines tidied up or anything.
I'd been burned one time too many. Kept waiting one month too long for a show to return. My viewing habits changed, gradually, at first.
I switched to procedurals: Law & Order, CSI, Without A Trace, Cold Case.
Nothing wrong with that right? Then, I realized I'd get annoyed anytime one of those shows focused on the character's lives.
I don't care about their lives. Just get to the case!!
Next thing I knew my viewing was nothing more than a tawdry list of reality TV shows. Flavor of Love (I do however draw the line at Flavor of Love 3 and I love New York 2), Survivor 110 (I mean, 11 or 12...whatever season they're on), America's Next Top Model, Project Runway.
TV and the erratic scheduling has made me into a fickle, bitter commitment-phobe.
I've had so many shows recommended to me, that I've simply refused to get into. 24 in its prime. Alias before things went to pot. Heros, which sounds interesting but...no, thanks.
I even tried getting into a few on my own. I watched the first season of Big Love. Enjoyed it too. But I've never gone back.
I'm too resentful and salty.
What's the point of getting into a show when it's going to take a hiatus long enough for me to raise a kid in? Why invest the time and brain power into learning the characters and what's happening to them from week-to-week, knowing that just as it gets juicy the show goes off for four weeks because of the World Series or the Wide World of Bug Eating?
Seriously, why bother?
Then I watched Lost, Thursday. And I'm reminded that when TV is good, it can be something truly amazing. When a group of writers get together and dedicate themselves to spinning a yarn until it can't be spun anymore, it'll have you so caught up you forget it's just a TV show.
Still, right now, I have no intention of making any long term commitments to any show.
Lost only has eight eps anyway thanks to the writer's strike. I'm all in for those eight episodes. But if the show comes back next season? Meh, I may watch. I may not.
Another show that's kept me amused is Nip/Tuck, the modern day soap opera complete with ass shots and bawdy language. This show has everything but the amnesiac, split personality. We're talking:
- Two guys laying claim to one son and okay with being joint dads
- The son getting addicted to meth by his ex-wife who leaves him once she gets clean to go back into the porn industry
- Gruesome plastic surgery shots
- Rosie O'Donnell as a total crack pot (wait, is she acting?)
- And a sex scene shot on a roof ending in someone falling over the ledge
Any show with the cojones to write those kind of wild, outlandish and mostly inappropriate storylines has my vote. I'm watching...when I remember to.
At one time, I was strictly a one-show gal, commited to the end.
Seinfeld
Law & Order
X-Files
Oz
Sex and the City
The Sopranos
Friends
Name it and I watched it religiously. I knew backstory. I cared about the characters, even had a mini-meltdown when X-Files moved from Friday to Sunday because it threw off the karmic energy of my week.
I rebounded from the X-Files move and all was well in my world until the HBO Block fiasco.
Sunday nights were for The Sopranos, Sex and The City and Oz. But slowly, the schedules changed. Sex and The City moved. Then The Sopranos took one of their notoriously long hiatuses. And Oz was near impossible to find anymore.
I was then stupid enough to try my hand at one of Showtime's original programs...something about Pro-ballers. Hoop Dreams, I think, with Mykelti whatshisface (Bubba from Forrest Gump). The show was moderately interesting but then with no warning they stripped it off the air.
Just gone, no story lines tidied up or anything.
I'd been burned one time too many. Kept waiting one month too long for a show to return. My viewing habits changed, gradually, at first.
I switched to procedurals: Law & Order, CSI, Without A Trace, Cold Case.
Nothing wrong with that right? Then, I realized I'd get annoyed anytime one of those shows focused on the character's lives.
I don't care about their lives. Just get to the case!!
Next thing I knew my viewing was nothing more than a tawdry list of reality TV shows. Flavor of Love (I do however draw the line at Flavor of Love 3 and I love New York 2), Survivor 110 (I mean, 11 or 12...whatever season they're on), America's Next Top Model, Project Runway.
TV and the erratic scheduling has made me into a fickle, bitter commitment-phobe.
I've had so many shows recommended to me, that I've simply refused to get into. 24 in its prime. Alias before things went to pot. Heros, which sounds interesting but...no, thanks.
I even tried getting into a few on my own. I watched the first season of Big Love. Enjoyed it too. But I've never gone back.
I'm too resentful and salty.
What's the point of getting into a show when it's going to take a hiatus long enough for me to raise a kid in? Why invest the time and brain power into learning the characters and what's happening to them from week-to-week, knowing that just as it gets juicy the show goes off for four weeks because of the World Series or the Wide World of Bug Eating?
Seriously, why bother?
Then I watched Lost, Thursday. And I'm reminded that when TV is good, it can be something truly amazing. When a group of writers get together and dedicate themselves to spinning a yarn until it can't be spun anymore, it'll have you so caught up you forget it's just a TV show.
Still, right now, I have no intention of making any long term commitments to any show.
Lost only has eight eps anyway thanks to the writer's strike. I'm all in for those eight episodes. But if the show comes back next season? Meh, I may watch. I may not.
Another show that's kept me amused is Nip/Tuck, the modern day soap opera complete with ass shots and bawdy language. This show has everything but the amnesiac, split personality. We're talking:
- Two guys laying claim to one son and okay with being joint dads
- The son getting addicted to meth by his ex-wife who leaves him once she gets clean to go back into the porn industry
- Gruesome plastic surgery shots
- Rosie O'Donnell as a total crack pot (wait, is she acting?)
- And a sex scene shot on a roof ending in someone falling over the ledge
Any show with the cojones to write those kind of wild, outlandish and mostly inappropriate storylines has my vote. I'm watching...when I remember to.
posted by Paula at 5:58 PM
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