I grew up with TV but have no problem turning it off…forever.
March 26, 2009
I don’t miss TV.
As a boy, I grew up on the tube. Saturday morning catoons. Watching Hawaii 5-0 with my parents. Staying up late to watch SNL. I saw the very first MTV video in college, appropriately called “Video killed the radio star.”
Since beginning my career in advertising, I’ve probably written hundreds of television commercials and produced a good chunk of them. In some respects I owe my livelihood to TV.
But I don’t miss it.
This minor epiphany came to me while on an extended trip, which is only now just winding down. Three weeks away from home and office and, outside of brief swatches of the NCAA, I haven’t watched a lick.
I have, however, returned to my computer each and every day like a hummingbird to a feeder. My blog. Facebook. Email. Bookmarks. These I cannot do without.
Yet, even before the Internet and all its fruit, I pretty much weaned myself from the “idiot box.” Media gurus have since given eulogies for so-called “appointment TV” but I stopped making it a point to watch a long time ago.
I know there are good shows (The Office, 30 Rock, Simpsons, etc) but I’m just as happy buying the DVDs. Frankly, I don’t mind missing them entirely. Outside of significant programming (Super Bowl, Presidential debates, Oscars, etc), I don’t watch much of anything on TV.
Ironically, I adore going to the movies. And I read from a book and magazine every day. (Not long ago myriad gurus proclaimed these obsolete –because of television!). Unlike reading, computing and the event of going to a movie, TV remains largely passive. I suppose I just prefer doing versus watching.