Year of theTelevision

Pity me. I have taken my anthropological interest in popular televison too far. It started off as just one show a week: LOST. I didn't feel guilty because it's a genuinely good show. Then Wednesday night 9-10pm expanded to 11pm when I started watching Project Runway on a weekly basis. Still, these are quality programs we're talking about, and they gave me a reason to look forward to Hump Day.

Then I accidentally watched all two hours of Dancing With the Stars. And the next day's result show. And somehow I find myself watching Wife Swap every week. And the new Bachelor is really hot. I watched all three hours of The Golden Globes. My fall from grace was cemented when I watched last night's season opener of American Idol... aaah! I am spiraling out of control. What can I do? My perverse interest has been piqued. I want to see how George Hamilton handles the tango and whether Travis gives black sheep Moana another rose.

This is my confession. I watch a lot of crap TV. And occasionally I might feel compelled to write about it. Don't judge me. If you were limited to Japanese variety shows for nearly two years, you'd worship at the altar of Comcast too.