Are any of you guys the fall asleep with the TV on type? I sure am, and I've been thinking a lot about the types of art and media I take in. There was a year or so in my life when I watched How I Met Your Mother every night until I fell asleep. Multiple episodes, if necessary. I would start at season one, episode one, watch all the way through the full run of the show at that point (this was around season 4-5), then just start right back over. I don't even really like that show, but I've seen every episode from the first five seasons at least 5 times. While I might not have found it very entertaining, I did find it comforting.
My parents like TV too, so I grew up watching a lot of Seinfeld, Friends, and whatever dumb shows were on around them. HIMYM is a well executed version of the most generic sitcom premise possible: singles in the big city. It's all of those sitcoms that came and went, but rolled into one big ball, and then rolled through a big patch of Jennifer Aniston's hair (the key to Friends's success). It reminded me of all those shows at once, and it made me feel like I was home and safe.
Also, Jason Segel is a national treasure
For a while my go to sleepy show was Raising Hope, which I like, but never enough to make an effort to watch it when it airs. The characters in that show remind me of much dumber, cartoonier, white trashier versions of my family.
Lately it's been The League, which I think is full of funny jokes, but sort of indefensible when it comes to character development or story structure. It's a show about fantasy football. I don't like admitting I like fantasy football, let alone a late night cable TV show about fantasy football. I feel greasy about liking it, because I think part of the reason I like it and find it comforting is it reminds me of all those USA network sitcoms from the 90's like Weird Science. You know, those shows that were ostensibly comedies, but in reality were just the culmination of a bunch of preteen boys' dashed hopes that a boobie might show up on basic cable.
Okay, so I kind of thought I was going somewhere with that, but I ran out of time. I'm writing this on my lunch break (hustle game: Charlie) and I have to go back to "giving all four" to the man, but I next week I'll wrap this up with some other thoughts on music and how I try to control my emotions with pop culture. Maybe it will turn into a cohesive piece of writing. Probably not!
Enjoy your long weekend.
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