I’m not ashamed to admit that I indulge in several hours of scripted bliss per day (ahem, not unscripted except for the Kardashians, who I love). I’m not saying everyone should watch the American average of 4 hours per day. But if you’ve got a show every night of the week, I say you’re a-okay.
It can help you make valuable career choices.
For instance, it is from House of Cards that I learned that there is no way that I could work in politics. Ever. I prefer to lie about my life on the interwebz. Not under oath thankyouverymuch.
You quickly learn that telling someone off is much more effective with witty one liners than all out brawls.
If Downton Abbey taught me one thing, it’s that the best way to insult someone is with a single, well-placed and politely disguised jab.
Oh old lady Grantham. You kill me. A one liner like that might go right over the head of someone of average intelligence. Or in the case of the Real Housewives, someone with the intelligence of the average donkey.
Actually, comparing many of the real housewives to donkey’s is an insult to donkeys. Keep gettin your hee-hawww on guys. We love you.
Note to self: All of the Real Housewives of whatever are richer than you. Maybe you’re the dummy.
TV forces you to confront your own prejudices.
I’m a huge Homeland fan. And they blow stereotypes left and right. Crazy is endearing. Right is wrong. You hope for the bad guys, then the good guys, then the bad guys again. Then you aren’t sure who is bad and who is good.
And then they had an American white lady helping the terrorists. Well there’s a curve ball! But why couldn’t a mid-20’s white lady be a terrorist? Well that’s just it, she could. Mind = blown. Bias = Also blown.
And from an ethics perspective, Carrie is, well, unethical. She’s so far in to the moral grey area that I cringe through entire episodes and still come out adoring her. And that’s why they gave Claire Danes an Emmy.
Which brings me to my next point:
TV will remind you in your darkest moment that you probably won’t wind up alone.
I watched the first 3 seasons of How I Met Your Mother while going through a horrible break up senior year of college. And you know what I learned? If whiny, nerdy, awkward Ted would eventually find love, I would too.
After all, it’s not called How I Met All My Friends, How I Wound Up Alone, or Hey, I Have 10 Cats! It’s also a good distraction during said dark moments.
It actually makes you smarter.
Anyone who has tried to follow along with the 27 plot lines and 543 characters on Game of Thrones knows what I’m talking about. Let’s not even get in to the pronunciation of all the names.
All I know is that if my hair keeps getting blonder and blonder, it’s because I’m under the influence of Daenerys Targaryen.
Familiarity is relaxing.
What life lessons didn’t we learn from Friends? Maternity pants are great for both genders for Thanksgiving dinner. Or for shoplifting melons. Running like Phoebe is more fun. And never ever go on a break.
Even nearly a decade after Friends went off the air, there isn’t much that relaxes me more than the familiarity of an episode I’ve already seen 12 times. Which is all of them.