Well something happened to my news boycott of a few months ago (that was a few months ago, right?). It sneaked back into my life. Oooh, it’s miserable. Miserable! I think it was that week off from work at Thanksgiving. And it’s my need for background noise in the morning. I’m weak.
And I am…well….peeved may be a polite way of putting it. One of Tiger’s (alleged!) mistresses is having a press conference. Yeah. this is what passes for news.I don’t dismiss cheaters. In my opinion, there’s no “forgiving”…marriage over. And all the outrage that Tiger is a secret scum bag? Why do we assume that the famous and talented weren’t always scumbags? If we can get our heads around that, maybe we can skip all the press conferences and publicist statements. I mean, aside from hoping that Elin got a few good swings in, I don’t care. Oh, OK, violence is never the answer. But in this case, I bet it really helped make a few points. Do you use an iron or a wood for that?
And Meredith Baxter. Why is someone’s sexual orientation even something that they have to get nervous about and announce to Matt Lauer? Why does it even bear mentioning? Let’s say we pass some legislation and stop making a big fuss over who people choose to spend their lives with. Love is good and we should applaud it. Period. Yay, love. Next?
See what happens when I turn the TV on? I’m a big old hypocrite with an opinion. It’s all so wrong. I wonder if what happened was that the “real news” (war and fear anyone?) was so heavy that we decided to add a little fluffy news to lighten it up and this is what we got. Don’t change the channel folks: up next, insurgents in Baghdad and a report on what your favorite celebrity orders at Starbucks. I look at the Today Show, which was a morning staple in my house, and it’s all crap, if you’ll excuse my word choice. There’s no news but there’s Willard Scott, who I feel sorry for regularly as he sweetly says a bunch of stuff that doesn’t make any sense and struggles to pronounce names like “Smith.” Today, it’s edible holiday decorations. Oh and the Christmas commercials. Somebody save me.
Oh I know I could change the channel, but what I’m thinking is that there’s a real opportunity here for alternative programming. I would benefit from someone talking to me in a soothing tone and never invoking the name of Ryan Seacrest. I may just be venting here, but I am also suggesting that while the interwebz will be clogged with all manner of randomness (surprised kitty?) that we can search on by word or topic as a means of filtering, the TV has our rapt attention and has a different opportunity or mission. I want something better. And if I get it, I swear that I’ll buy what they’re selling. Where’s Deepak Chopra?
My venting has moved from “turn off the news” to “I deserve something better.” Who’s with me?