So I have a confession to make:
I do not have a television.
Okay, so it’s not a confession if everyone already knows. And I’m not too secretive about the fact that I do not own a TV. I don’t want one. I had one once and gave it away within a few months. The only times I ever miss it are when I want to pull out my PS2 to play Kingdom Hearts, and even then I feel foolish for not just going out and buying the right cables to hook my game system up to Matt’s giant flat screen monitor. For some reason I’ve never gotten around to doing that.
But all the same, I hate saying those words. “Oh, we don’t have a television.” It seems impossible to say any variation of the sentence without sounding smarmy, proud, judgmental. And I’m really not! I don’t own a television because I can’t afford cable, and I see no point in having it gather dust in the closet. I still consume plenty of media. Thanks to Netflix, Hulu and our local library I am currently following three shows as they air (How I Met Your Mother, Agents of SHIELD and Almost Human) and three more that are all finished airing (The X-Files, Breaking Bad and Leverage). I listen to NPR pretty much every time we’re in the car, or the kitchen, or relaxing in the evening. I watch a lot of movies when I have the time. I consume media, and I really enjoy it. I also really miss the Food Network. If we could afford cable I would probably get it just for that.
And that darn Food Network, which refuses for some reason to even allow its shows to stream on Netflix, is what brings me to gravitate towards a television whenever I am in a hotel. I used to fall asleep with the TV on in college a lot and I have fond nostalgic feelings toward it. In November I was staying at a hotel three out of four weekends. Guess what I did a lot of?