I’ve never been a fan of television, but it does pass the time when you’re on the
torture machine treadmill at the gym. What struck me this morning, though, as I sweated through my daily 34 (well, almost-daily) minutes of heart-enhancing exercise, was how %^&# TOXIC most television is.
Does it really enhance my life, my well-being, and my health to know, thanks to Late Breaking News for Those in the Know, that a 13-year-old beat his brother to death, with accompanying visuals of a soul-leaching public housing building? Or that some “star” has done something I’d ground my 11-year-old for (if I had an 11-year-old), and gotten rewarded with freaking HEADlines for? Do I gain a thing by watching two actors effuse over a kitchen appliance that does nothing a spoon couldn’t do (except of course, make the manufacturer rich and clutter the world’s kitchen cabinets)?
We won’t even discuss the talk shows (although I admit, I do tend to get sucked into Oprah if that’s when I’m at the gym 😉 ).
What’s wrong with a nice Animal Planet show. Hissing cockroaches at least are interesting. Discovery Channel may be talking about medieval sewage systems, but they’re not suggesting it’s normal human behavior to go swimming in it.
They don’t let me have the remote at the gym. You’d think, with what I’m paying to put myself through sheer torture life-enhancing exercise, they’d at least let me watch what I want.
Of course that’s not me in the picture above. If it were, I’d be lying on my couch eating bon-bons and reading. There’s nothing good on TV.
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