Prime Time Freedom
May 24, 2010 - Phyllis Sigal
I'm almost free ...
Free of the grips of prime time television that, in the depths of a cold winter night, is a welcome respite from a busy day. (I should be reading, though. I know this.)
But when springtime nears, temperatures warm and daylight hangs around for longer, I've tired of being chained to the television for those shows that have sucked me in since January or before.
I know — it's my own fault. I could step away from the TV, but, it's too late. I'm not proud of being a slave to these shows.
And this year, embarrassingly, I had five shows in my weekly regime.
"24," "American Idol," "Lost, "Grey's Anatomy" and "Private Practice."
I usually try to limit myself to three.
Earlier this month, "Private Practice" ended for the season. There was sadness and some resolve.
Then, last week "Grey's" ended in a two-hour bloody season finale. Seriously bloody.
Last night, "Lost." Forever over.
Tonight, another show gone for good. The sun sets on "24" in a two-hour finale.
And Wednesday, we find out who is our next American Idol.
Then, I'm free. Free to read my book club books and catch up on magazines and and hem those pants hanging in the closet for months and take walks and sit on the porch ... and maybe even have a conversation.
... So does anyone want to talk about these season finales?