The new TV: Misery
Today, as i sat watching my mother's serials, i call it her serials because she is the one who watches them and i am forced to watch them, she uses some reverse reasoning like; because i'm eating i will watch my own show and the very same condition does not apply to me i.e her son. But i argue in futility, she uses her finely honed and masterful supreme logic (read emotional blackmail), and i end up watching whatever she is watching, but i don't give up at the outset, i try to make her watching those, inherently maddening programs, a most distsateful experience i'm at hand with all the sarcasm i can muster, so much so that, dinner becomes a contest between two ideologies, one is the world wise aura of a middle aged teacher who can make any student quiver in his/her respective boots, the other is the noveu independent battle hardened professional who wants his tv time. The effect is usually volatile but, i assure you no food has been flung, so far. But this post is not ...