Saturday Night Live was on, and Katy Perry was singing. If I'd missed that girl, I would have liked it, but that was not meant to be. I try not to be mean or too negative, but the performance was embarrassingly bad. Truly awful, I tell you. I felt sorry for the band and the back up dancers. They're just trying to make a living after all. They were all dressed up like football players and slutty school girls. It's bad enough that they have to play that crap, but to make them look so stupid is just cruel. Why is Katy singing about her teenage dreams? She's 25! I don't want to say she carries her talent in her tah-tahs, but they were, by far, her most impressive asset. I know this guy who is an animator working on her next video. I don't want to give anything away, but in a surprise move, she'll be calling attention to her chestial area, with what I understand to be nipple fireworks. OK, so I'm not a fan.
The last show I watched I dvr'd, because I thought it would be good. It was billed as a documentary-type reality show about revisiting a high school class in Austin, Texas. It has a name almost irresistible to people of my age - My Generation. It blew so hard I can't even dignify it with description.
While all of this saddens me, it helped me to remember what is sincerely important about time and tv. Time spent not watching Mad Men is better spent watching The Choir or Modern Family, or even POV or CBS Sunday Morning. I must be more discerning, and use my time wisely.
I gotta get out more!