Ahhhhh!!! I hate cable TV. 6,000 channels of nothing...nothing...nothing. And yet, O.K. I pay up every month. Why? So I can catch the next installment of American Idol (was there ever a more obvious metaphor?). Early in our marriage we would cancel our cable about every other year. We would get tired of paying so much for so little and we'd pull the plug. But then, the Olympics would come on...or the U.S. Open...or Twin Peaks...and we would grudgingly hook ourselves back into the system. Yes, we are junkies. It's pitiful and a bit depressing. Perhaps it says something true about some segment of the things we own - we justify them by complaining about them. By moaning and pouring some ashes on our heads we distance ourselves ever so slightly from the things that we feel a bit of unacknowledged guilt over. Anyway, just a theory...I gotta go...Idol's on.
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