I have observed an eccentric new elitism about what one watches that wasn't prevalent five years ago. I recently posted that I enjoyed THE SLAP, the first hour drama I've waded into in years since I loathe police procedurals and the equivalent. Many people wanted to shout down not only my initially positive response, but the show's very existence. "Heads will roll at NBC!" "It's not the Australian version!" Okay, fine. It felt like high school, the coolness vibe established by an acceptable taste in bands (or Apted movie-ville, forever adolescence, i.e. "You're so gay you like Coldplay.") Television isn't a vast wasteland, but many of us have only so many hours of our lives we care to devote to its either esoteric or pedestrian nooks and crannies. Sometimes we grab something simply because we haven't see its milieu or point of view before. To those who spend hours parsing trends and finding nuances in various editions, enjoy. Sometimes, it's just a place we dip in. And full disclosure: as a member of the WGA who gets a pension check monthly, I'd be a damn fool to say anything against the medium. It has paid my rent. Yet watching it or not is not a litmus test for (puerile) taste or coolness. It's still the hearth with a remote. Some days it's damned toasty, others preferable to warm ourselves elsewhere.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 3/2/15 at 08:30 AM