I was going to post about how fucking boring Mad Men and Glee are to me,

but instead I’ll just link to this Slate piece, “Boxed In: Giving someone a TV series on DVD is like giving them a life sentence.”

“You must watch this,” devotees say. “You’re really going to love it.” With the unspoken threat being: “And if you don’t, you are an idiot. I will still acknowledge you in public, but in my heart I will know that you are an anti-intellectual vulgarian.”
We’ve been told that we’re living in a new golden age of television, and suddenly we’re expected not only to watch but to read essays, think about, and discuss one-hour nighttime dramas like Desperate Housewives and Dollhouse.

Watching these shows is like joining the Masons, requiring the memorization of arcane trivia, the parsing of cryptic plot twists, and near-fanatical loyalty. We can’t just watch these shows—we must be devoted to them in the same way that John Hinckley was devoted to Jodie Foster.*

It’s really funny. I was going to post some other pull-quotes, but we’re going to go get some pho then we need to get home because one of Husband’s minions loaned him the 4th season of Gilmore Girls.

3 thoughts on “I was going to post about how fucking boring Mad Men and Glee are to me,”

  1. batgrl

    I am so totally safe in that I’ve not seen either Mad Men or Glee. Yet. Actually I haven’t seen Desperate Housewives or Dollhouse or Gilmore Girls either, though I’ve read about em enough to fake my way through a conversation – I think. I seem to be surviving on a diet of mainly Mythbusters (I would so love having a job to videotape blowing up stuff) and Top Gear (I can’t help it, I love the camera work).

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