Many, many years ago, before my mother-in-law discovered email and all the associated animated emoticons that could be utilized therein, she used to send me actual written letters, usually accompanied by a piece of knitting she had been doing – the knitted dishclothes I prefer, for example. In one such letter she had written all about her daily doings for about four pages, then abruptly concluded with the line “Well, that’s enough boring, useless, who-gives-a-shit information for today.” It’s something that still makes me smile, and I often mentally refer to certain things as such: boring, useless, who-gives-a-shit information.
That is how I feel about reality television. I never watch it, except for sporadic episodes of American Idol and, although I am loathe to admit it, The Bachelor. I don’t watch much television but when I do it is what I like to think of as escapist television; comedies such as Parks and Recreation, for example, or Modern Family. Serious television programs don’t interest me much unless they involve Sipowicz threatening to beat down a perp to give himself up or Dr. Sloan doing anything at all. If Dr. Sloan took to the airwaves reading a copy of Today’s Parent, I would avidly watch it.
As an aside, I’m quoted a few times in this month’s Today’s Parent, on the joys and pitfalls of stay-at-home parenting. Also as an aside, the other day I mentioned that I was a stay at home mom, and received the huffy response “It must be nice to be able to afford such a luxury.” I was a bit taken aback by the resentful and bitter tone. I never know how to respond to such. It IS nice, actually.
Anyway, back to reality television. I don’t watch it and I most certainly do not find it tempting to watch, especially if the program involves a) children, b) domestic chaos, or c) dysfunctional families. I have my own children, I have access to my own domestic chaos, and if I want to see a dysfunctional family I will go to my next family reunion. And so I’ve never watched the program that features the Duggar family and their very large brood, but I am aware that there is another bun in the oven, so to speak. I’m aware of this somewhat against my will, since it is all over the news and, relatedly, all over Facebook. In fact, someone posted this picture just the other day:
You’re famous! And apparently your mother-in-law is hilarious!
I used to do Kegels at red lights while I was commuting to and from work. Now that I don’t get out much, I do them during commercials while I’m watching TV.
As another mom quoted in the article, I’m kind of glad I can’t read any comments posted in response. I can just imagine what we’d be hearing. 🙁
I’m doing kegels right now! TMI
“At the same time” is a realtive measure. From a geologic scale, all the kids came out one after another.
Reality tv shows are just game shows with less dignity. Why do we pretend otherwise?
I think the Duggar and clown car comparison works. The humour of the clown car gag is not that there are so many in the car at one time (most of the clowns are concealed under the stage and appear via a trapdoor), but that so many clowns come out of it in quick succession. The car is the conduit by which they appear, hence vagina is an appropriate term to use.
Blergh. I have now spent far too much time thinking of Mama Duggar’s (no doubt roomy) vagina.
I am doing my kegels RIGHT NOW! Thanks for the reminder.
I got the luxury remark from my cousin, who has a much nicer house than ours, much nicer cars than ours, and an ACTUAL SUMMER HOME. I didn’t know what to say to her, especially since her situation isn’t typical of two-income households. But I was pretty annoyed, I’ll tell you that. “Luxury” is FIGHTING WORDS.
I went on a HUGE reality TV kick around the time it came out. I remember how amazed I was by The Real World. But now I’m tired of most of it.
Well if all 20 kids were in her uterus, presumably some of them would be stuck in (if not sticking out of) her vagina. Agh, why did I go there? I think I’ve said here before – I prefer my bad tv to be scripted. If I want reality, I’ll try to shout down the voices in my head long enough to pay attention to it. And when did your MIL stop being funny and start being mean? Maybe we can find a way to blame reality TV.
Oh god – my word verification is cosych.
I’m doing Kegels now because of reading this, it reminded me to get my work out on!
LOL OMG Kegel scheduled in at work, so that’s how you get people to leave. Gonna have to try that! Also love the sign off of “Enough, Useless, Who-Gives-A-Shit Information” I’m going to add that to my email signature!
Did you SEE this week’s Grey’s? Are they TRYING to send me to an early grave? JEEZ.
My RMT has been telling me that I should be doing my kegels 24 hours a day (or during the waking hours anyway) as it would help keep my pelvis from coming out of alignment so often (a side effect of having kids). I don’t know where I’m going with this…Oh Yes! While she was telling me this, she informed me that she was doing her kegels right then. And it icked me out a little. So basically, I feel a little sorry for that guy. 🙂