a confession

Friends, it’s time I confessed. My husband and I have a little problem. I could argue that it’s his problem and I’m just the enabler, but you could argue other way around too. The truth is we are both addicted. We have a problem with West Wing.

 

It started as simple escapism, a coping mechanism for getting through the Bush years. Leading up to 2004 the series at least gave us hope that an alternative to the Current Occupant could exist, that our flag would still wave beyond these dark times. We’re not big TV watchers, so it was easy to excuse the obsession with coming home on time Wednesday nights, and later Sundays, to see the latest installment. It connected us to our friends and to pop culture, of which we get precious little.

 

But now, I fear our little addiction has lost its social acceptability. We haven’t just watched the series once. We bought all the DVD’s. And we’ve watched them all – more than once. On any given evening as night falls and the kids are finally in bed, you are likely to find us huddling on the couch, self-medicating with the wit of CJ, the loyalty of Charlie, the gruff passion of Toby. (We almost named Johannes Tobias instead. . . I’m glad we didn’t).  

 

Does anyone know a way out of this little problem? I know admitting it is the first step. . .

Comments

[HLMA]

Humm, I can't help you. I didn't realize such behavior was BAD...I do the same thing to get me through These Days. Over and over and over I find comfort in "what could have been". No, really. We own 4 seasons (I stopped buying them when Sorkin left the show.) and have rented the other three seasons.
So I say, Blessings. I join you in prayer that one day soon the White House might resemble the West Wing...(Well..you know.)

[Ryan Torma]

Start watching the new Battlestar Galactica series, that should keep you busy...