When I cut the cable back in September, I quit the Real Housewives cold turkey. It’s a little known fact that I had quite the Real Housewives addiction. It always befuddled my friend Kari who would shake her head and say, “You’re such a snob about everything, I can’t believe you watch that.”
But we all have our mind-numbing weaknesses, right? For some people it’s wine, for others it’s football, and for me it was Real Housewives for Someplace Else. In fact, I never met a housewife I didn’t love to hate.
So when cutting the cable, I worried about the Housewives and how I would get my fix. I comforted myself with the idea that I’d just buy the episodes on Amazon or something. It would be fine, I told me.
But when faced with shelling out money each week, when seeing how much the Housewives would actually cost when not lumped together with my ridiculous Comcast bill, the Housewives didn’t seem so necessary anymore. Giving up the bitchy, melodramatic women was much easier than I thought it would be.
And while I thought when I gave up the Housewives I’d given up on hours of mindless TV, I was totally wrong. Instead I’ve replaced the Housewives with a variety of other more-realisitic and yet wholly fictional housewives specifically Tami Taylor and then Tara Gregson and currently Nancy Botwin.
Right now I’m in the thick of my “Weeds” addiction. I’ve managed to burn through about three seasons in three weeks. It’s fantastic. Funny and irreverent and then there’s Kevin Nealon who has earned a piece of my heart with his dope-smoking, banjo-playing, cross-stealing portrayal of City Councilman Doug.
So yeah, I have this addiction and its mostly a lot of fun, but I wish I had someone to share it with. When I tore through “Friday Night Lights” I had Christa by my virtual side. Having someone to bounce theories and OMGs and I cried so hard I hyperventilated off of made it that much more enjoyable. But now with Netflix and Hulu and the smorgasbord that is most TV watching has become is a little isolating and lonely.
I need a “Weeds” buddy. Or a 2006 TV buddy. Or I need to stop being such a Jodi-come-lately and start watching “Downtown Abby” right now so I can keep up with all the cool kids.