Being the lazy person that I am, I tend to spend most of my quality free time sitting in front of the television. That’s ironic considering I frequently complain about the crap that is being broadcast nowadays (I miss the not-so-distant good ole days of Strangers with Candy, The Andy Richter Show and Viva Variety).
…but that’s not what I’m getting at. I’ve realized that I find one of the better programs on television today to be Whoopi – starring Whoopi Goldberg. Although I like other sitcoms, I’ve noticed that aside from the fashions and hairstyles on other programs, you can’t really tell if the episode is from this season, last season, or 4 seasons ago.
However, with Whoopi – it’s as if she writes and then tapes her shows a week or two before they air. Just last night the episode focused on gay marriage (her hotel hosted her cousin’s lesbian wedding in one function room and her brother’s Bush Re-election fundraiser in the other). Some of the dialogue came right out of recent headlines. I suppose it doesn’t hurt that I tend to hold most of the same beliefs as her. But I like the art-imitating-life aspect of her show. It’s also quite funny and adult.
Which is another gripe of mine. Whatever happened to the V-chip? I mean, I’m an adult…and most of the citizens of this country are adults. The major television networks are reporting decreased viewership because of cable TV. And the country is all in a tither because Janet Jackson has nipples. If parents want to protect their kids from seeing the real world on screen, then they should buy television sets with V-chips and program their individual set to block adult content. Don’t block adult content from the majority of US citizens….who are adults! I’m a big boy – I can handle a swear or two, some sexual innuendo, and a stray nipple or pubic hair (just not in my teeth).
On a more local note, I got off the train at the Porter Square subway station this morning and observed a normal looking woman…probably in her late 30′s or 40′s…lugging one of those old-lady shopping carts* out of the station. Intsead of carrying groceries, she was transporting 3 (three!) ENORMOUS bags of bird feed (I’m talking the size of those 20-pound bags of Purina Dog Chow). She opened one bag and poured the entire thing onto the sidewalk/park next to the subway station. Of course, pigeons flocked to the pile - practically decapitating me in the process. Apparently, this woman has nothing better to do than ride the rails and eliminate pigeon starvation. But honestly, have you ever seen an emaciated pigeon? I think they do fine on their own.
*Now, don’t get on my case for calling it an old-lady cart because I have one myself. When you live in a city without a car, it’s a necessity. But still, even I look like a little old-lady rolling that thing around. In fact, Matt walks a few paces behind me.
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