Day 3 - a television program that helped you either get through hard times or that moves you.
Really, my television experience since Lucy died has involved crappity crap crap. I love crap. I will watch it for hours and not cry. Mostly that was all I was looking for in the early days, to find something that got me out of the relentless drumming of "Lucy is dead. Lucy is dead." And so I obsessively watched America's Next Top Model whenever it came on, which was usually a marathon on Ox.ygen. I love it and loathe it. I do not pretend to approve of ANTM as a feminist, or a mother, but I love me some Tyra and Mr and Mrs Jay, and Nigel Barker and Janice Dickinson, who cannot get any more bitchy and fabu. Where else can you hear someone say something like, "If this doesn't work for me, then I'm definitely going to go back to pageants because I think that really helps you develop more as a woman, where modeling is just more of a career."
Let's face it ANTM isn't on every day, so I also used to spend much of naptime (when I would watch crappy television) catching up on the reality shows of Bravo. I watch reality competition shows like Top Chef and Project Runway. I do love watching people do the thing they love to do, and I love challenges. (Ahem, see still life 365, people.) People being snarky and competing as a stylist? Hell I'll watch it. Designing a room? Making art on demand? Alright that one was awesome. Pretty much if it is marketed to gay men, I am so there. And yes, I can talk about the Real Housewives of almost anywhere. Actually, my sister and I were live blogging those reality shows, because we are aware how terribly vacuous they are, but they do make great snark fodder. And we make each other laugh.
Sigh. I'm not proud.
I have to say, though, this does feel good to admit I'm not watching public television all the time. I love pop culture and television, even if mostly, I feel out of the loop. Anyway, the wrap-up of this post is that if it gets me out of my head for an hour, I love it. Remember I didn't come here to make friends. I came here to be America's Next Top Dead Baby Blogger. Actually, I did come here to make friends.
(I realized last night that I did want to catch up and be Day three on the third, because otherwise it will confuse me. So, I missed day one, but made up by posting FOUR TIMES IN TWO DAYS. Sorry for the Reader Flood.)