it turns out that bad tv is worse than no tv
the writer’s strike could not have come at a worse time for me. i’m spending more time at home, wanting something to comfort the idle parts of my brain while i figure out this whole mommy thing. instead of watching mediocre shows that i’ve followed off and on for seasons, i’m faced with all new drivel. marathons of america’s next top model, project runway, thousands upon thousands of “d-listed musician wants to have sex with one of you” variants, and most tragically, network shows that never made it to tv for a very good reason.
while i’ve stayed away from the relationship shows (even i have limits), the rest of it has been rotting my brain out on a regular basis. even the mid-season replacement shows that were intentional are really, truly awful stuff. Cashmere Mafia, which i had some relatively high hopes for (like gossip girl for grownups), has officially lasted 3 episodes before getting pulled from the tivo.
fortunately for me, charlotte’s colic is fading and we can spend more time apart and together. when she’s calm enough and not interested in playing (a time that used to be spent screaming), she’s become quite content sitting in my lap listening to me read aloud until she falls asleep.
i just might meet that “one book a month” goal i’ve got this year. thanks tv!
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