It’s pathetic! I’m hooked on American Idol! I cried last night when they showed the final three contestants visiting their hometowns. And when my girl, Melinda, didn’t make it to the final two I almost cried again because I wasn’t able to vote on Tuesday night; What if she lost by one vote? Oy, oy, oy. It’s a sorry state of affairs when television becomes such a significant part of my life. Why did America not vote for one of the best singers of all time? Age? Body type? Race? Why do I even care? Does anyone know why this matters to me? Is it pure escapism? The mindlessness of it? I don’t get it.
And the Sopranos last week – please. These last episodes are killing me!
I have formed an unnatural relationship with television. Books needed.