Television
May. 16th, 2013 08:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraI never intend to own another television again in my life.
Nevertheless, I do watch a fair amount of television programming, though. On various platforms.
I like watching complete seasons of TV dramas back to back. My current favorite Game of Thrones is still airing weekly, and I find that somewhat frustrating – I would like to be completely immersed in that alternate reality for an extended period of time.
My favorites are reality shows. I like the really cheesy ones that Bravo does – The Shahs of Sunset, The Real Housewives of… Although eventually even I OD'd on that franchise, had to pick one and limit my viewing to that. (I picked the NY housewives – the Carole Radziwill/John-John Kennedy connection, doncha know.)
My absolute favorite genre is what I suppose one might call the aspirational reality genre. I LUV Project Runway, for example. I'm a longtime Survivor fan.
And my very favorite TV show of all time is So You Think You Can Dance. Which just started its tenth season.
The talent on SYTYCD is pretty high level. Plus I really get suckered into the stories – the girls who grew up on a diet of canned baked beans and whose mothers spent 17 hours a day cleaning other people's houses, just so they could afford dancing lessons for their daughters. The B-boys who started street dancing as a way to kill time while they were hangin' on the corner waiting to hustle dime bags.
I sit there watching and crying my eyes out.
I suppose, despite my best efforts, I am a pretty sentimental person. More or less numb these days in my personal life – with few prospects that that's ever gonna to change – but quick to be moved by the plight of helpless animals and other people's stories.
I loved to dance when I was in my teens and 20s. Some of the best memories I have are the many nights I spent in dance clubs, gliding, twirling, shaking, swooning, till I was so covered with sweat that I literally looked like I'd just climbed out of a swimming pool.
In my next life, I'd like to come back as a dancer. A really stupid dancer. This brain thing hasn't really worked out so great for me.
Nevertheless, I do watch a fair amount of television programming, though. On various platforms.
I like watching complete seasons of TV dramas back to back. My current favorite Game of Thrones is still airing weekly, and I find that somewhat frustrating – I would like to be completely immersed in that alternate reality for an extended period of time.
My favorites are reality shows. I like the really cheesy ones that Bravo does – The Shahs of Sunset, The Real Housewives of… Although eventually even I OD'd on that franchise, had to pick one and limit my viewing to that. (I picked the NY housewives – the Carole Radziwill/John-John Kennedy connection, doncha know.)
My absolute favorite genre is what I suppose one might call the aspirational reality genre. I LUV Project Runway, for example. I'm a longtime Survivor fan.
And my very favorite TV show of all time is So You Think You Can Dance. Which just started its tenth season.
The talent on SYTYCD is pretty high level. Plus I really get suckered into the stories – the girls who grew up on a diet of canned baked beans and whose mothers spent 17 hours a day cleaning other people's houses, just so they could afford dancing lessons for their daughters. The B-boys who started street dancing as a way to kill time while they were hangin' on the corner waiting to hustle dime bags.
I sit there watching and crying my eyes out.
I suppose, despite my best efforts, I am a pretty sentimental person. More or less numb these days in my personal life – with few prospects that that's ever gonna to change – but quick to be moved by the plight of helpless animals and other people's stories.
I loved to dance when I was in my teens and 20s. Some of the best memories I have are the many nights I spent in dance clubs, gliding, twirling, shaking, swooning, till I was so covered with sweat that I literally looked like I'd just climbed out of a swimming pool.
In my next life, I'd like to come back as a dancer. A really stupid dancer. This brain thing hasn't really worked out so great for me.
