I’ve been out of touch with some TV and it’s probably a good thing! Yuck


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Some of the TV shows on cable television are shocking. I started watching some tonight while I tried to crochet. I figured I could listen and figure out what I was doing at the same time. It really didn’t work.  I ended up ripping out my crocheting, but I realized TV has come a long way. A long way downwards.

I won’t pretend I don’t watch TV, and  that some of my choices aren’t  terrific.  I seem to like competitions and weight shows.  I am a regular viewer of Jon Stewart and the Colbert show.  I used to watch the news shows, but they are just people repeating the same things over and over. The news isn’t too good lately anyway.  Talk about a rehash fest.  It’s nothing like the newscasters of old who actually seemed qualified  to comment on the World’s events.

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Tonight, I listened to Kim and  whoever Khardasian live in Miami.  They eat at fancy restaurants, and run around being famous.  I won’t even tell you what they were discussing on the show tonight. It was too gross.

The husband of one of the sisters seems as dumb as a box of rocks. However, I guess he’s smart enough to live with the Khardasian’s and just play. He doesn’t seem to have a job or anything like that. He also was harassing his girlfriend (a Khardasian)  because she weighed 115 pounds instead of 95. She hadn’t taken off her “baby weight” yet. Yes, they have two children, of course, they’re not married.  I am guessing they deserve each other.

I know the Khardasians are wildly popular and have tons of followers on Twitter. Why is this? They are attractive girls, but exactly what do they do?  I guess their show gives the viewers a chance to pretend they’re famous for doing absolutely nothing. What would it be like to have all that money?

I realized that I must be out of touch with society if this is what is going on in real life. Are people really acting like this?  This TV watching was even worse than the Fox channel which I didn’t think was possible.

Then I watched ( and listened) to  some other disgusting shows. They weren’t trying to be reality shows.  Writers actually write this stuff. Are they high on drugs or drunk when they do this?

All they were talking about was sex. How to do it, and who to do it with, what positions to use. They also loved describing body parts. It reminded me of a sophisticated version of sixth grade jokes.  I didn’t get much of a story going on here. Many of the characters were shallow, superficial, and not very likable.

I didn’t get any inspiring type of messages, or positive feelings.
One of the shows I do  watch is “Shameless”, but some of the stuff is getting to rank for me. I will probably keep watching it because there is enough good acting  going on to keep me interested. They do touch on some issues.  Some of the story lines turn me off. (An Indian with a sexual perversion problem, a daughter using her mother to help her have a baby.) Maybe I’m missing something.

Am I just getting old, or has the morality of society really gone down the tubes. It doesn’t seem that we can get much lower than this.

I’m thinking maybe I’d be better off without TV.   But, like many people, I am addicted.  I guess that makes me no better than Kim and her sister taking Miami or whatever they were supposed to be doing.

What do you think about TV?

A little humor about being 60+: Wishing I was a Khardashian


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September 14, 2012
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s there a country where it’s cool to be older. If there is, I think I would like to move there. The only thing getting older gets you in Columbus, Ohio, is 10% off Tim Hortons and White Castle.  I have to admit .90 is better than $1.10 for coffee. What’s even more insulting is that I don’t even have to show them my “Golden Buckeye” card. They literally take me at face value.

I met with a Meetup Group called “Senior Women”. It was not a happy experience. First of all, they looked older than me, and were trying to find exciting things to do together. They thought going to an outlet mall together would be a rip-roaring time. They glared at me when I told them I still had a husband. “What do you want one of those for?” asked one woman.

Another one said, “You talk really loud.” Then she kept pointing out I wasn’t smiling. Would she be smiling if someone was insulting her. I chalk it up to some kind of disorder. I think it’s called being rude.  They all were older than me, but not by much. Yikes!

Believe it or not, I watched the Khardashian reality show today,  and actually felt jealous of the head mama. Not only does she keep her kids around her, but she’s made them all millionaires. And what do they do? Nothing much. They stand around and look great, take expensive vacations, and constantly eat fancy food. They also look good in their clothes. Wouldn’t that be a great life? Maybe that’s why their show about absolutely nothing is popular.  I am not completely ignorant.  I know they have to come up with scripts about doing nothing every week.

Me? My wardrobe consists of workout clothes, and not much else. The last classy vacation I took was to Myrtle Beach. I was happy to take it too. Even though it was August, and during the biggest drought in the summer. There was a drunk couple in the pool who were loudly throwing each other around in the pool. It wasn’t like Tahiti or wherever the rich people go these days.

And I am getting older. Like it or not. And this society does not celebrate bags and wrinkles, but things could be a lot worse.

I guess I better try looking at the bright side of life.

I have a nice husband, and great children. I own a computer, and have a blog where I can write my deepest darkest secrets.  I have a house to live in, and great friends. And I can save 10% at Tim Hortons, and White Castle.

So I’m not rich and famous. I would probably hate the paparazzi anyway. Look at Princess Kate. The poor girl can’t even bathe topless on her terrace without somebody taking her picture with a camera that can see miles away.

At least I don’t have to worry about that! Life is good!