Here comes the judge
As we start the preparation for our big holiday meal, we’ve been leaving the television on as distraction. For anyone that spends the usual weekday in a workplace environment, there’s a whole unwatched spectrum of programming. After only three days, I for one do not want to give up my day job.
The local cable system seems to have a lock on judges and idiots. Roomies that don’t keep things neat, spouses that engage (multiple times) via online social networks like Myspace and then seem dismayed that their chosen one doesn’t seem to understand the basics of life in tandem, business partners that manage to keep all the cream for one of the two. Seriously, the behavior would be out of place in a grade four detention room.
I’m old enough to realize that what’s on the screen doesn’t reflect real life (sometimes). But, given the storyline and the premise, I have to figure that there is a situational veracity. There are slobs in the roomie world. There are cheating spouses. There are agents that are actually booking themselves, rather than acting on the behalf of a client. And let’s not even get started on the people who do home improvements.
Of course, once Judge Judy, Judge Alex, Judge Jeanine, Judge Joe, Judge Marilyn, Judge David, Judge Maria and the rest of the robed have retired to chambers, one has to decide. Should we allow litigation for the chronically stupid? Wouldn’t it be better to decide, right now, to only allow television time for real news and the sale of magical vacuum cleaners and slapchop gadgets?
