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Saturday, August 05, 2006

I've stopped watching the news.

It's too violent.

I can't believe much of what they say.

Here's the dilemma. I find interest in world events and local news. But really, I don't need to fill my day with news of a triple homicide or CNN news that makes every breaking story a matter of critical importance. I am sensitive to the fact that these things need to be told...But surely we've accomplished something in Iraq and surely Baltimore city's government has done something besides point fingers at each other.

Also, I don't want to live a sheltered, secluded life that ignores evil in the world. I want my son to grow up with a healthy balance of awareness. Now if only I could find that healthy balance.

We got rid of the TV actually. No, don't think that I'm some disciplined person trying to improve my life. The antenna doesn't work in our apartment and we only got three channels anyway, so spending money on cable, let alone a new antenna, isn't in the budget. So bye bye TV! It's a shame. I really got into Days of our Lives for a while there. I'm such a TV boob.

I think TV induced boobness does exist. I found out for myself after having my son. Nursing him all the time, it was so easy to turn on the TV to the Today show at 7am and watch all the way through the day until Law and Order SVU showed. I'm not kidding. I would watch TV all day. Naturally, my house was a mess and I would do nothing all day. I would justify watching by saying, "well at the next commercial" or "at the end of this show" I'll turn off the TV or get something done. But it would almost never work because I would become interested in the next show or see a commercial for a new cleaning product that I would never spend $12 on but think it was cool anyway. Therefore, based on the data presented, I conclude that the boob tube literally turns you into a boob. Thankfully I've recovered due to deprivation but who knows if we ever get a TV again. At least my apartment is clean and smells good. Boy is my husband thankful. (So am I).

Ok I have stuff to do. Please forgive the lack of editing.

1 Comments:

Blogger mk said...

heya shell! glad to see your web presence. this is a great outlet, isn't it?
nursing-baby-marathons really are the pits. I listened to books on tape and stared at the same fuzzball I forgot to pick up last time I was nursing. quite maddening!
enjoy, and I can't wait to see more of your thoughts.
peace mk

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