Maybe Orange Is The New Black is just so good that it killed TV for me, but ever since I finished watching that show, I haven’t felt much desire to watch TV (other than Jeopardy with my roommates and, once, a rerun of How I Met Your Mother, I think). However, today the dam was broken. I watched an episode of The Good Wife. It wasn’t terrible. It made me realize, though, that we’re two months into the new TV season and I’ve missed everything. I think that this year will mark the year when I finally fell behind on pop culture. Last year, I was current on so many shows. This year, the thought of trying to catch up fills me with ennui.
I don’t really mind that. TV is great, but for a writer, it’s more productive to read books. But I do worry that disengagement with pop culture will be, in some way, detrimental in the long run.
When I stop listening to the radio, then I’ll know that it’s gotten really bad.