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Something written here today about why Ross Kemp is employed made me think about why I hate television.
Now before the froth brigade whip themselves into a fury of non-reading, I’ll repeat:
Why *I* hate television. Not why nobody else should watch it or why you are an idiot for watching, but my own personal feelings as to that vile little window into utter, utter banality and mediocrity.
I rarely watched it when I was a kid, it just didn’t figure in my life. I was either drawing/painting/bashing cardboard boxes with chopsticks along with Adam & The Ants or I was out playing with my mates. Be it with our vast, now priceless, Star Wars toys or simply with plastic rifles over the stream, re-enacting various battles and future wars against evil aliens (conveniently disguised as passers-by that we couldn’t let see us otherwise they’d suck our brains out and make us walk around like zombies, and we knew what they were because we’d all just watched a pirate copy of “Thriller” by Michael Jackson)
TV wasn’t a part of our world. Sure, we watched the occasional programme like Magic Roundabout, Mr Ben, Bod or Rhubarb & Custard but that was usually whilst we wolfed our tea down before going round to somebody’s house to continue playing.
We used our minds.
We created worlds, races of creatures, invented languages…nothing was beyond our tiny little minds.
We didn’t have video-games to provide ready made entertainment that simply required us to mash buttons and jump over obstacles (don’t worry, this isn’t a “videogames are bad for you” rant, because god knows I play enough of them now – my point is that as kids we utilised our imaginations, and I’m sure loads do today).
A mate of mine that’s a teacher pointed out to me that so many parents these days don’t interact with their kids. They drop them off at school at 9am, expect teacher to instil them with values, social awareness and basically raise them, then the mums & dads appear at 3pm in 4x4 monster trucks to collect little Timmy, take him home and stick him in front of the tv with a burger and try to unwind from their day.
Which is where television comes into it.
The destroyer of conversation, the thief of imagination, the pacifier of children. The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy called it “The cathode ray nipple”.
I loathe it, if I had 3 wishes, one would be that television didn’t exist. We have no need for it. The internet can provide any educational stimuli you require, and you can digest it at your own pace.
Television exists simply to keep you stupid and indoors, engrossed in hours of nothing rather than interact with your family, friends and neighbours.
It’s easy to come home after a hard day (doing a job that you never, ever thought you would do as a kid. Hands up who ever said “I want to be a database analyst mummy!!!” when asked aged 5?) and just switch off, stare at the screen and let the stress of the day wash away.
But it’s just as easy to do that with music, or reading a book. It requires a level of input from yourself. If you have music on whilst doing something else, you’ll invariably singalong, or nod along to the beat.
Yet you watch any of those “surprise camera!!” things that Noel Edmonds used to have, and it’s a room full of people slumped on the sofa, sitting silently absorbed in tossy programmes about nothing.
It’s an exercise in social control, the ability to render an entire nation vacant and docile, malleable to being manipulated to whichever agenda you wish to push.
Soap Operas.
Petty, pointless, badly-written, unbelievable 30 minute blasts of McEntertainment. They teach the masses how to respond to situations, provides examples of how to live and how to react. Pregnant and unwed? Chances are you’ll suffer some form of mental torture before disappearing somewhere off screen.
Drug user? You’ll end up a leather-jacket wearing criminal.
Single? You’ll be unhappy and willing to indulge in soul-less encounters with the show’s lothario because, hey, you cant be happy by yourself.
Do me a favour, indulge me – if you watch any of these things, next time you watch I want you to try and see how many life-lessons are being subtlely and silently presented and what the resolutions are.
People that don’t know their own neighbours will watch, 5 nights a week, fictional accounts of the lives of strangers.
It doesn’t make sense to me to do that.
Pop Super-Idol Stars.
In which thousands upon thousands of people want to be famous. It’s not about music, it’s about being famous. If it was about the music, then these people would be doing it anyway. I am, I’m not famous. I don’t have a massive record contract but it’s in my soul and blood, I have to play music and I’m doing that without the nation watching me humiliate myself on television for your entertainment.
You hate Gareth Gates? Too bad, you voted for him. You watched that crap, you paid your hard earned money to swell the coffers of ITV and helped bang another nail into the coffin of original music and musicians that play because it’s as important as breathing.
And these production-line karaoke singers all come out the same – a cover version for their 1st song, original (written by a team of professional writers) material, another cover and Xmas single. That’s the shelf life of these automatons.
It’s not music, it’s business. It’s producing another flash-in-the-pan, corporate shill faceless dancing monkey. And it’s your fault for watching.
Reality TV Shows
I puke blood when I hear about these things. I vomit up chunks of my soul when another one barges onto the screen and soaks up attention from the mindless throng.
You have them all and they are all massive hits.
Cheap, easy to produce, require no hefty salaries to actors, no sets, nothing.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s “UK’s worst drivers!” “I’m a Celebrity, Shoot Me in The Face” or any of the others.
There’s one word for all of these programmes: Schadenfreude.
Big Brother? A bunch of people in a house doing nothing, being watched by a bigger bunch of people sitting in their house doing nothing. Hello??? Irony??? And you know, once a year, it will create another pointless micro “celebrity” that will be the media’s new plaything for 1 month before disappearing. And that programme, and the morons that watched it, are the only people to blame for the fact that Jade “East Anglia? I fought that was abroad innit?” Goody is known by anyone other than the illiterate criminal that would have pumped her full of his heroin-riddled seed if she remained anonymous.
And then, even for Reality TV, the 2 most offensive, loathsome, hateful culprits.
Those “Stop! Cops with Cameras!” programmes presented by the convicted drink-driver Alistair Stewart.
Those programmes that exist to show you what will happen if you do not obey the law at all times, the one that hammers home just how omnipresent the police are. They’ll see you from the sky, they’ll chase you forever, they’ll release dogs that can find you.
But they’ll never have the reality tv show “Whoops, your conviction was unsafe and we’ve released you after 12 years in prison, tough luck HAHAHAHA!!!!”.
No, we’re presented with the all-powerful, never wrong police (backed up with it’s very own soap opera in case you can’t get enough law and order rammed down your eager gullet in between the other soaps).
And the one type, the latest most popular reality show:
The “Life Changes/Lifestyle Changes” ones where you follow a family as they sell up their home here and go somewhere else to follow their dreams of owning a bar/whatever somewhere abroad.
They always fail, they always come slinking home after the most terrible hardships, family arguments, deaths.
Why not call these shows “DON’T EVER ATTEMPT TO BE HAPPY” or “BE CONTENT WITH YOUR MISERABLE, UNFULFILLED LIVES CITIZEN”?
Because that’s all they are. Reinforcing that should you decide that being in debt, struggling to survive in today’s society is not for you, you’d better not attempt to change that because, hey, it’ll all end in misery and tears. It’s far better to stay indoors and watch other people’s lives instead of trying to better your own.
This is a massive bloody post, but I’m unable to stop. I feel so strongly about television, the utter contempt I feel for 99% of the shows on there.
I could go on for another christknows how many minutes, but I won’t, for the sake of brevity.
I’ll conclude by saying just because it’s on television, doesn’t mean it’s worth watching. Doesn’t mean you have to afford it any more time or thought than the boring bloke at a party that wants to talk to you about why Lord of The Rings should never have been adapted etc.
There’s no *need* for you to watch 95% of the crap that’s on there, it serves no purpose other than to keep you frightened, indoors and fearing your neighbour. It’s far better to lock that door and just don’t think about stuff, just lean back and let those images bounce over your retinas and into your brain.
Sssshhhh, it’s ok, bedtime soon. You can get up tomorrow and go through another hard day doing something that doesn’t inspire you in any capacity because, like, you’ll find out what the resolution to the latest contrived drama crisis needs resolving within 25 minute tomorrow night in the soap of your choice.
Shut up, be happy.
Now before the froth brigade whip themselves into a fury of non-reading, I’ll repeat:
Why *I* hate television. Not why nobody else should watch it or why you are an idiot for watching, but my own personal feelings as to that vile little window into utter, utter banality and mediocrity.
I rarely watched it when I was a kid, it just didn’t figure in my life. I was either drawing/painting/bashing cardboard boxes with chopsticks along with Adam & The Ants or I was out playing with my mates. Be it with our vast, now priceless, Star Wars toys or simply with plastic rifles over the stream, re-enacting various battles and future wars against evil aliens (conveniently disguised as passers-by that we couldn’t let see us otherwise they’d suck our brains out and make us walk around like zombies, and we knew what they were because we’d all just watched a pirate copy of “Thriller” by Michael Jackson)
TV wasn’t a part of our world. Sure, we watched the occasional programme like Magic Roundabout, Mr Ben, Bod or Rhubarb & Custard but that was usually whilst we wolfed our tea down before going round to somebody’s house to continue playing.
We used our minds.
We created worlds, races of creatures, invented languages…nothing was beyond our tiny little minds.
We didn’t have video-games to provide ready made entertainment that simply required us to mash buttons and jump over obstacles (don’t worry, this isn’t a “videogames are bad for you” rant, because god knows I play enough of them now – my point is that as kids we utilised our imaginations, and I’m sure loads do today).
A mate of mine that’s a teacher pointed out to me that so many parents these days don’t interact with their kids. They drop them off at school at 9am, expect teacher to instil them with values, social awareness and basically raise them, then the mums & dads appear at 3pm in 4x4 monster trucks to collect little Timmy, take him home and stick him in front of the tv with a burger and try to unwind from their day.
Which is where television comes into it.
The destroyer of conversation, the thief of imagination, the pacifier of children. The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy called it “The cathode ray nipple”.
I loathe it, if I had 3 wishes, one would be that television didn’t exist. We have no need for it. The internet can provide any educational stimuli you require, and you can digest it at your own pace.
Television exists simply to keep you stupid and indoors, engrossed in hours of nothing rather than interact with your family, friends and neighbours.
It’s easy to come home after a hard day (doing a job that you never, ever thought you would do as a kid. Hands up who ever said “I want to be a database analyst mummy!!!” when asked aged 5?) and just switch off, stare at the screen and let the stress of the day wash away.
But it’s just as easy to do that with music, or reading a book. It requires a level of input from yourself. If you have music on whilst doing something else, you’ll invariably singalong, or nod along to the beat.
Yet you watch any of those “surprise camera!!” things that Noel Edmonds used to have, and it’s a room full of people slumped on the sofa, sitting silently absorbed in tossy programmes about nothing.
It’s an exercise in social control, the ability to render an entire nation vacant and docile, malleable to being manipulated to whichever agenda you wish to push.
Soap Operas.
Petty, pointless, badly-written, unbelievable 30 minute blasts of McEntertainment. They teach the masses how to respond to situations, provides examples of how to live and how to react. Pregnant and unwed? Chances are you’ll suffer some form of mental torture before disappearing somewhere off screen.
Drug user? You’ll end up a leather-jacket wearing criminal.
Single? You’ll be unhappy and willing to indulge in soul-less encounters with the show’s lothario because, hey, you cant be happy by yourself.
Do me a favour, indulge me – if you watch any of these things, next time you watch I want you to try and see how many life-lessons are being subtlely and silently presented and what the resolutions are.
People that don’t know their own neighbours will watch, 5 nights a week, fictional accounts of the lives of strangers.
It doesn’t make sense to me to do that.
Pop Super-Idol Stars.
In which thousands upon thousands of people want to be famous. It’s not about music, it’s about being famous. If it was about the music, then these people would be doing it anyway. I am, I’m not famous. I don’t have a massive record contract but it’s in my soul and blood, I have to play music and I’m doing that without the nation watching me humiliate myself on television for your entertainment.
You hate Gareth Gates? Too bad, you voted for him. You watched that crap, you paid your hard earned money to swell the coffers of ITV and helped bang another nail into the coffin of original music and musicians that play because it’s as important as breathing.
And these production-line karaoke singers all come out the same – a cover version for their 1st song, original (written by a team of professional writers) material, another cover and Xmas single. That’s the shelf life of these automatons.
It’s not music, it’s business. It’s producing another flash-in-the-pan, corporate shill faceless dancing monkey. And it’s your fault for watching.
Reality TV Shows
I puke blood when I hear about these things. I vomit up chunks of my soul when another one barges onto the screen and soaks up attention from the mindless throng.
You have them all and they are all massive hits.
Cheap, easy to produce, require no hefty salaries to actors, no sets, nothing.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s “UK’s worst drivers!” “I’m a Celebrity, Shoot Me in The Face” or any of the others.
There’s one word for all of these programmes: Schadenfreude.
Big Brother? A bunch of people in a house doing nothing, being watched by a bigger bunch of people sitting in their house doing nothing. Hello??? Irony??? And you know, once a year, it will create another pointless micro “celebrity” that will be the media’s new plaything for 1 month before disappearing. And that programme, and the morons that watched it, are the only people to blame for the fact that Jade “East Anglia? I fought that was abroad innit?” Goody is known by anyone other than the illiterate criminal that would have pumped her full of his heroin-riddled seed if she remained anonymous.
And then, even for Reality TV, the 2 most offensive, loathsome, hateful culprits.
Those “Stop! Cops with Cameras!” programmes presented by the convicted drink-driver Alistair Stewart.
Those programmes that exist to show you what will happen if you do not obey the law at all times, the one that hammers home just how omnipresent the police are. They’ll see you from the sky, they’ll chase you forever, they’ll release dogs that can find you.
But they’ll never have the reality tv show “Whoops, your conviction was unsafe and we’ve released you after 12 years in prison, tough luck HAHAHAHA!!!!”.
No, we’re presented with the all-powerful, never wrong police (backed up with it’s very own soap opera in case you can’t get enough law and order rammed down your eager gullet in between the other soaps).
And the one type, the latest most popular reality show:
The “Life Changes/Lifestyle Changes” ones where you follow a family as they sell up their home here and go somewhere else to follow their dreams of owning a bar/whatever somewhere abroad.
They always fail, they always come slinking home after the most terrible hardships, family arguments, deaths.
Why not call these shows “DON’T EVER ATTEMPT TO BE HAPPY” or “BE CONTENT WITH YOUR MISERABLE, UNFULFILLED LIVES CITIZEN”?
Because that’s all they are. Reinforcing that should you decide that being in debt, struggling to survive in today’s society is not for you, you’d better not attempt to change that because, hey, it’ll all end in misery and tears. It’s far better to stay indoors and watch other people’s lives instead of trying to better your own.
This is a massive bloody post, but I’m unable to stop. I feel so strongly about television, the utter contempt I feel for 99% of the shows on there.
I could go on for another christknows how many minutes, but I won’t, for the sake of brevity.
I’ll conclude by saying just because it’s on television, doesn’t mean it’s worth watching. Doesn’t mean you have to afford it any more time or thought than the boring bloke at a party that wants to talk to you about why Lord of The Rings should never have been adapted etc.
There’s no *need* for you to watch 95% of the crap that’s on there, it serves no purpose other than to keep you frightened, indoors and fearing your neighbour. It’s far better to lock that door and just don’t think about stuff, just lean back and let those images bounce over your retinas and into your brain.
Sssshhhh, it’s ok, bedtime soon. You can get up tomorrow and go through another hard day doing something that doesn’t inspire you in any capacity because, like, you’ll find out what the resolution to the latest contrived drama crisis needs resolving within 25 minute tomorrow night in the soap of your choice.
Shut up, be happy.
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Well I hate alot of the programmes GB mentioned eg soaps, but I still like TV, for knowledge if nothing else, as well as movies as entertainment. I have a love of the written word and can become deeply engrossed in a book and be unable to set it down, but sadly that has not happened in quite some time, however a friend is lending me a book tomorrow which should be good. Forgive the poor sentence structure, I couldn't be bothered fixing it.
Woa, quite a lot of passion fuelled rage in that post Goatboy. To certain extent I agree with what you are saying, Television has become the burden of our world, but it's not too bad if you watch what you want to watch. When I was a wee nipper, I hardly ever viewed television, maybe the odd show yes, but I usually pumped all of my time and money into the world of Lego.
Lego allowed me to create places, towns, vehicles, people, worlds and scenarios through my own creativity. I used to love building small scale structures and playing with them. It felt like my own television show, I could determine what happened, how the characters interacted with each other and, well I let my imagination run wild.
It's a shame that most children nowadays don't know anything other then watching telly, Toy's are just something to touch during the commercial breaks and obesity is ravaging throughout our country.
I respect your opinion Goatboy, but come on; you must think that some television can be useful, outside of the usual Bop Idle trash that gets shown. Things like the news or what about your favorite comedy show? Everyone loves comedy; TV has bought us some gems like the Office or Only fools and horses.
I think television is a form of escapism more then anything, people watch it to get away from their problems and stuff going on in their lives. Yes I agree with your statement that’s about the trash that's currently on the telly, its getting ridiculous on what’s being shown but hey, I don't watch it.
Last year I decided to go back into the world of books and writing, and thank god I did it. I could spend hours buried in a book that I like, not wanting to put it down, or wanting to know what happens next, it's amazing on how much of an impact a book can print on you as a person. Currently my favorite book has to be "Battle Royale" by Koshun Takami, I took it on holiday and I’ve read it at least 2 times now.
Meh, some people could say I’m wasting my life typing this out and how "using computers isn't good for you" - but that’s a totally different argument.
Lego allowed me to create places, towns, vehicles, people, worlds and scenarios through my own creativity. I used to love building small scale structures and playing with them. It felt like my own television show, I could determine what happened, how the characters interacted with each other and, well I let my imagination run wild.
It's a shame that most children nowadays don't know anything other then watching telly, Toy's are just something to touch during the commercial breaks and obesity is ravaging throughout our country.
I respect your opinion Goatboy, but come on; you must think that some television can be useful, outside of the usual Bop Idle trash that gets shown. Things like the news or what about your favorite comedy show? Everyone loves comedy; TV has bought us some gems like the Office or Only fools and horses.
I think television is a form of escapism more then anything, people watch it to get away from their problems and stuff going on in their lives. Yes I agree with your statement that’s about the trash that's currently on the telly, its getting ridiculous on what’s being shown but hey, I don't watch it.
Last year I decided to go back into the world of books and writing, and thank god I did it. I could spend hours buried in a book that I like, not wanting to put it down, or wanting to know what happens next, it's amazing on how much of an impact a book can print on you as a person. Currently my favorite book has to be "Battle Royale" by Koshun Takami, I took it on holiday and I’ve read it at least 2 times now.
Meh, some people could say I’m wasting my life typing this out and how "using computers isn't good for you" - but that’s a totally different argument.
While I don't feel *quite* as strongly as Goatboy, I agree with the principal. My missus watches Eastenders religiously but won't watch Coronation Street or Emmerdale because "they're crap". Oh, and she watches Neighbours ...
The only time I watch the TV when there isn't something I like on is when it's late at night and there are boobs on two or more channels - channel-hopping ahoy!
Goatboy wrote:
> ... bashing cardboard boxes with chopsticks along
> with Adam & The Ants ...
Heh - I still do that.
The only time I watch the TV when there isn't something I like on is when it's late at night and there are boobs on two or more channels - channel-hopping ahoy!
Goatboy wrote:
> ... bashing cardboard boxes with chopsticks along
> with Adam & The Ants ...
Heh - I still do that.
Your reasons for a disliking towards television are the same as my dad's. He only watches the news on ITV and maybe some of the documentaries that are on.
He says the day BBC2 stopped Ren and Stimpy was the final straw.
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He says the day BBC2 stopped Ren and Stimpy was the final straw.
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MoJoJoJo wrote:
> TV ain't so bad. It's just misunderstood.
Give £2 a month to save televisions that are misused and abused.
Take little Panasonic, his owners shouted abuse such as "Why do you only have 1 scart socket, you tart?" and "Ground Force, again? You slaaag"
Give today, give generously, give so our employees can drive Mercs.
> TV ain't so bad. It's just misunderstood.
Give £2 a month to save televisions that are misused and abused.
Take little Panasonic, his owners shouted abuse such as "Why do you only have 1 scart socket, you tart?" and "Ground Force, again? You slaaag"
Give today, give generously, give so our employees can drive Mercs.
But TV teaches us so much. I know I spent more time watching TV as a kid than talking to my family. Why? Because I have nothing in common with my family. Not one thing. My family are musicians and welders. I do neither. I'm not into religion and I'm not into technology.
With no common ground, TV is something to unwind to. Something to help me avoid uncomfortable silences with my family. You can watch it by yourself, or watch it with friends and make witty comments.
And without TV, well, we wouldn't have seen half the films we know and love today.
Now, I don't spend every waking hour in front of the TV. I catch a bit of RISE in the morning for the news while I get ready for college, and I often watch The Simpsons. Any other time I'm watching TV it's either the music channels or the documentary channels. The rest of the time I'm out or playing games. But as a kid, I loved watching TV (back when families had only one per household... right now we have six, and three of those are mine) with my family. It meant I didn't have to talk to them. Russ Abbot (however it's spelt) The Brittas Empire, Monty Pythons, Men Behaving Badly, and Red Dwarf in the kitchen on a Friday night with my friends when we got another TV. Brings back happy memories.
TV ain't so bad. It's just misunderstood.
With no common ground, TV is something to unwind to. Something to help me avoid uncomfortable silences with my family. You can watch it by yourself, or watch it with friends and make witty comments.
And without TV, well, we wouldn't have seen half the films we know and love today.
Now, I don't spend every waking hour in front of the TV. I catch a bit of RISE in the morning for the news while I get ready for college, and I often watch The Simpsons. Any other time I'm watching TV it's either the music channels or the documentary channels. The rest of the time I'm out or playing games. But as a kid, I loved watching TV (back when families had only one per household... right now we have six, and three of those are mine) with my family. It meant I didn't have to talk to them. Russ Abbot (however it's spelt) The Brittas Empire, Monty Pythons, Men Behaving Badly, and Red Dwarf in the kitchen on a Friday night with my friends when we got another TV. Brings back happy memories.
TV ain't so bad. It's just misunderstood.
Oh, and I obviously meant this thread, not my own, as that was garbled out at 2 in the morning or something, and consisted of 3 lines or so.
Goatboy wrote:
> Something written here today about why Ross Kemp is employed made me
> think about why I hate television.
****
You all have me to thank for this wonderful, wonderful thread.
*Ahem*
On a more serious note though, I can't agree more with you about the reality TV shows aspect of your post.
What is the point?
The most recent piece of spunk produced by ITV is some "Take My Mother In-Law" crap, where the husband/wife leaves their spouse, and is replaced for a period of time by their mother.
Why?!
What is the fecking point?!
It makes me want to stab my eyes repeatedly with blunt spoons laced with arsenic, sulphuric acid, and all sorts of crap.
Bloody ITV.
> Something written here today about why Ross Kemp is employed made me
> think about why I hate television.
****
You all have me to thank for this wonderful, wonderful thread.
*Ahem*
On a more serious note though, I can't agree more with you about the reality TV shows aspect of your post.
What is the point?
The most recent piece of spunk produced by ITV is some "Take My Mother In-Law" crap, where the husband/wife leaves their spouse, and is replaced for a period of time by their mother.
Why?!
What is the fecking point?!
It makes me want to stab my eyes repeatedly with blunt spoons laced with arsenic, sulphuric acid, and all sorts of crap.
Bloody ITV.
I will probably reply in more detail when I’m not as exhausted.
But for now all I will say is...
“I’m a C-list celebrity whose career is in need of a pick-me-up - I’m going to make a tart of myself on ITV”
*Grinds teeth*
But for now all I will say is...
“I’m a C-list celebrity whose career is in need of a pick-me-up - I’m going to make a tart of myself on ITV”
*Grinds teeth*
I have to agree with you to an extent but not entirely. When I was young I never really watched Tv like the majority of other ones my age. I didnt discover The Simpsons until I way about 11 and then the self-destruction cycle was set and I became a telly junkie of sorts.
I think watching large amounts of telly dumbs down your senses and intellect. When I was young I played with Lego lots, I loved to draw and began writing at 3 or something, stories came soon after and despite not making much sense I loved to be creative and create my own entertainment instead of feeding off what was already there.
Television undoubtedly has benefits, it CAN be educational. I wrote about the benefits of television for my English Language exam and got an A* so my argument must be fairly valid. Despite poor scripts and bad acting, soaps and all the other junk we see does give us an insight into different cultures that we couldnt get without visiting the places. We learn about customs and stuff, especially in the age of the discovery channel and suchlike. Kids thesedays may be an MTV and Starbucks generation, but the option is there for them to learn.
I think reality tv is crap, Big Brother was an interesting idea (basically observing human behaviour) but by series 4 it is, as someone much wiser that I said, "Sitting in your house watching people sitting in a house". All those celebrity things are crap, however I like "reality" shows in the sense of "The Pilot Show" which I think is a novel idea.
Without television we wouldnt have the news as widespread (perhaps one of the most educational things we have). I watch precious few shows nowadays, generally all comedies and as an (amature) writer I can appreciate other writers products and learn more techniques etc etc.
Having just got Sky tv I understand fully the vast quantity of crap that is aired. My dad said yesterday, "250 channels and nothing on!" If I have a spare few minutes (which I rarely do these days) I will sit and watch telly if there is something I like on. I think it is a good medium for relaxation but certainly too much is a waste of time.
Come to your own conclusions from my ramble but in short, I am with you partially, but not entirely.
I think watching large amounts of telly dumbs down your senses and intellect. When I was young I played with Lego lots, I loved to draw and began writing at 3 or something, stories came soon after and despite not making much sense I loved to be creative and create my own entertainment instead of feeding off what was already there.
Television undoubtedly has benefits, it CAN be educational. I wrote about the benefits of television for my English Language exam and got an A* so my argument must be fairly valid. Despite poor scripts and bad acting, soaps and all the other junk we see does give us an insight into different cultures that we couldnt get without visiting the places. We learn about customs and stuff, especially in the age of the discovery channel and suchlike. Kids thesedays may be an MTV and Starbucks generation, but the option is there for them to learn.
I think reality tv is crap, Big Brother was an interesting idea (basically observing human behaviour) but by series 4 it is, as someone much wiser that I said, "Sitting in your house watching people sitting in a house". All those celebrity things are crap, however I like "reality" shows in the sense of "The Pilot Show" which I think is a novel idea.
Without television we wouldnt have the news as widespread (perhaps one of the most educational things we have). I watch precious few shows nowadays, generally all comedies and as an (amature) writer I can appreciate other writers products and learn more techniques etc etc.
Having just got Sky tv I understand fully the vast quantity of crap that is aired. My dad said yesterday, "250 channels and nothing on!" If I have a spare few minutes (which I rarely do these days) I will sit and watch telly if there is something I like on. I think it is a good medium for relaxation but certainly too much is a waste of time.
Come to your own conclusions from my ramble but in short, I am with you partially, but not entirely.
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