I’m talking about certain TV shows. Yes, television. The boob tube. The flickering black box. The technology that I’ve never lived without. I am the TV generation. Life without TV is life not worth living.
I know how that sounds.
It’s still true.
I have watched many, many television shows during my stint on Planet Earth and only a few of them have changed my life or the life of someone I love. One of those shows is Hoarding: Buried Alive.
Oh, Hoarding, what did the messy people of the world do without you? They never knew they were messy, did they? They never knew they were (gasp) hoarders.
I watch Hoarding and I know that these people are mentally ill. They have a medical problem and they need clinical help. Like drug therapy. Or daily psychiatric therapy. Or both.
Now that that disclaimer is out of the way, what is wrong with you people? Throw out the stupid old dolls! Throw out your rotting food! No one needs 58 cats! And, you, the man who kept rats as pets and had them living in the walls and under the couch and in the box springs of your bed and had them breeding like . . . rats, YOU NEED HELP!
But Hoarding, thank you. You probably didn’t know that when Big D happens to wander into the room while I’m watching you and he catches a glimpse of that stranger’s stacked-to-the-rafters kitchen, he runs away . . . because he must, he feels HE MUST, clean the garage that very instant.
And did you know, Hoarding, that when Number Two Son looked at his favorite, stained, ripped sweatshirt, the sweatshirt that he wanted to keep even though I had just bought him a new sweatshirt, he it threw out with these words on his lips: “I don’t want to be a hoarder.”
So thank you, Hoarding: Buried Alive. I love you. You’ve changed my life.
Have any TV shows changed your life, had a palpable impact on you, changed the axis of the planet by even one degree? What are your favorite TV shows that are no longer with us? What TV show was a surprise hit for you, personally?