My friend Patti is quick to say that I was raised by the TV. I’ll confirm that – they just plopped me in the cardboard box with the hole cut pointing at the TV, and tossed a pork chop in there occasionally. (Just kidding, Mom.) So I have intensely ambivalent feelings about TV Turnoff Week, currently in force. I understand that many people watch TV just as an anesthetic or as a habit. But I also get really ticked off at people who love to tell everyone within shouting distance that they “never watch TV,” at the same time getting that face on like they are tasting a lemon. You just know that those are the people secretly glued to the set for the entire “Facts of Life” marathon on TV Land.
As for me, they’ll have to pry The West Wing, Survivor, King of Queens and The Simpsons from my cold, dead hand. So there.
Okay, I have to admit: I just sent you an e-mail saying that Matt and I barely ever watch TV. However, I think that Kevin James is real, real easy to look at, and we’re both Simpsons fans to the very, very end. And we’re not anti-TV Nazis either: we hope Mother Fools gets fire-bombed (kinda).