Television is taking over the world. It’s been very subtle about it, though. I hadn’t even suspected anything until the last couple of weeks – until then, I’d thought of it as rather benign and good at providing entertainment to accompany my knitting.
But now I’m convinced: television will not be happy until we’re planted in front of it at all hours of day, forsaking all others.
It starts so simply. Maybe there are a couple of shows you love to watch. Perhaps you feel you need to catch up on the news. It’s always good to throw a couple of intriguing documentaries into the mix, of course. Then there are the old favourites that you don’t mind picking up from time to time, taking you back to your childhood or those times when you could quote entire scenes. Before you know it, your entire evening is scheduled around television, along with significant portions of your weekend.
Just the other day, I happened to be watching a preview for Wayward Pines when I caught myself lamenting the difficulty of finding the time to watch it. All of a sudden, it seemed ridiculous to me: when it comes to making time for things, surely there are more important activities to prioritise than television? Is television starting to manipulate my thoughts now?