… but I laughed so hard at the first three paragraphs of Todd Levin’s TV: How Novel, I think I dislocated my shoulder again. Here’s the first:
I donâ€™t own a television, and I never have. Thatâ€™s not some fact I wave around, like a flag of self-righteousness. And if you own a televisionâ€”and most people doâ€”I donâ€™t think that necessarily makes you stupid or lazy, or both. In fact, I praise your exercise of free will. I mean, if thatâ€™s how you imagined your life playing out, staring unblinkingly, the TV screen illuminating the grim lines of your expression, as you are lulled into a kind of corporate-mediated complacency while your dreams slowly calcify and die somewhere between the cushions of your couch, then good for you! I totally respect your choice; itâ€™s just not the choice Iâ€™ve made. Because I donâ€™t own a television. And I never have.
I think I made a friend today.