What kind of television shows do you watch? What (if anything) does it say about you? If you enjoy watching comedies, does that mean you enjoy laughter? If you enjoy watching love stories, does that mean you love and are loved? If you enjoy watching reality shows, does that mean you wish you were doing whatever they are doing?
I have been asked by a few fellow bloggers what I watch on television. I respond with the usual “anything having to do with medical/fire/police/ems.” It’s not that I enjoy blood and guts (I’ve seen that in real life.) I think part of it is that I understand the “jargon.”
I understand the “codes” and I can immediately spot a mistake in the portrayal of how a certain department reacts….such as removing a knife from somebody and then slapping on a bandage (which is a no-no) or arbitrarily “shocking” somebody and miraculously bringing them back to life. The heart has to be in a certain rhythm to be shocked and if it is in asystole, you can shock it until the cows come home and it’s not going to do anything.
I watch the History channel but I have found myself limiting my viewing to documentaries about war. My daddy served in World War II, so that interests me and of course and I lived through the era of the Cold War, the Vietnam War and the Iraqi War.
I used to watch the Discovery channel until it became a platform for more reality shows. When I realized that there wasn’t much to “discover” anymore, I stopped watching.
I NEVER, EVER watch a comedy. I could barely tolerate them before. If there was nothing else on, I would simply turn the television off. It would be no different if there was a “love story” on.
I do watch Jeopardy. There are times when I smugly answer every single question and chide the contestants for not knowing the answer. There are other times, when I can hardly answer a single question and wonder if I have gone completely stupid.
I never watch anything political. Those talking heads make my head spin all the way around like the little girl on “The Exorcist” and makes me want to projectile vomit putrid, green sputum.
I have spent money on television series, such as “Criminal Minds and Dexter” but I have never even opened them.
I remember when there were “mini-series” on television and I couldn’t wait until the next episode came on. There was “Shogun, Rich Man Poor Man, North and South, Of Captains and Kings, and The Last Convertible.” I watched them all but they have gone the way of the dinosaur.
I always liked movies about true events and real people, whether loosely based or factual but even the “feel good” ones are difficult to watch now. I loved the movie “Door to Door” based on Bill Porters’ life but I don’t watch it anymore. I loved “Radio” but it takes place in the town where Loser and the WTC live.
Some of the movies I loved to watch, like “The Last Of The Mohicans (with the touching last line “once we were here”), Backdraft, Ladder 49 and Gone With The Wind” are just too sad. I’m sad enough.
I never go the the movie theater. The last movie I went to see was “Red” and Loser took me. I really enjoyed it but I have a hard time watching it now because of a certain name of a certain woman. It makes me want to gag.
I listen to music all the time but sometimes that is difficult. I love the sixties music. I can understand the words and it brings back memories of my first boyfriend and my high school years. I still listen to it, but have the remote control close, so I can mute a certain song when it comes on.
I love some of the “big-band” era music, even though I wasn’t around in its hey-day. I don’t listen to modern-day music….I wouldn’t know a Taylor Swift song from a Katy Perry song and I NEVER listen to rap. I do love classical music, especially the haunting melodies of a cello.
I sound like I’m a hundred and eighty-nine years old (and most of the time I feel like it) and it may seem that I am living in the past. I wouldn’t disagree on some points but I prefer to think of it as being nostalgic. After all, nostalgia means “pain from an old wound” so I’ll just sit here and pick at the scab a little while longer.