Binge-Watching TV Turned Me Into the 'Paranoid, Drunk Lesbian' I Am Today

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binge-watching tVOver the years I've let some pretty stellar entertainment pass me by, like: Breaking Bad, Weeds, Lost, Shameless, Game of Thrones, Homeland, Mad Men ... due to this crazy thing called life. You know life, right? The whole raising a family, having a job, trying to maintain a certain age, weight, and level of sanity (though your body fights you on it) thing? Yeah, that.

I've heard how enthralling and addictive these shows are but life got in the way. Well, that's over. I've pretty much given up my life lately to binge watch some of these shows, so that I can have more stimulating conversations with people five years ago.

That said, I've found a strange effect from binge watching shows, aside from the one that makes me appear comatose and unresponsive. I start to feel like a character in these shows. Like they're actually affecting me. For instance ...

1) While I watched 8,000 episodes of Breaking Bad in, like, a week, I was pretty certain my moral compass was askew. I had a shiny new "fuck the world" attitude that led me to do crazy things like leave less than a 20 percent tip for the waiter who was kind of a dick, or make an illegal U-turn rather than go the two miles out of the way, or do lines in a bathroom stall during a PTA meeting. Fine, maybe not the last one, but my attitude said, I might be crazy enough to do it. Yep, I was unpredictable and dangerous. 

In my cool confident state, I felt that I'd been passed over by life and undervalued. I knew I had more to offer and it was time to take what's mine. Yes, I would make my mark and do something big, like start an international drug ring/fast food joint, or write an irreverent book that would become a beacon of truth for my generation, or learn how to knit.

Sadly, I wasn't able to make any headway on the drugs or best seller or the scarf, as I spent most of my creative time zoned out to Netflix on my iPad. Though one night, I watched without my headphones, even though my husband was trying to fall asleep. Oh, you heard me, no headphones -- full volume. Some might say I made my mark.

2) While watching Orange Is the New Black, I was pretty thankful for my life. Who knew that for most of my adult years, I was one poor decision away from a prison jumpsuit? I didn't, but after watching the season, it was quite obvious that we all could've ended up in a place like that. 

Of course that revelation led to the all important question: Could I be a lesbian? I don't know, would I have a choice of who I got to be with because I think I could -- if she were hot -- and it would stop fanatics and crazies from trying to get with me behind the church pews. Yes, I spent actual time and brain power mapping out what type of convict would be an acceptable girlfriend, as if writing a classified ad.

Well, let's see, she'd need to be feared by other inmates, so as to keep me from getting raped by them. Though intimidating to others, she could not be in for something scary, like murder or, worse ... attempted murder. What, I could never be attracted to someone with no follow through. And she would have to have a family on the outside, so their would be no chance of her wanting our relationship to continue in the real world. Oh, and I systematically ruled out meth heads, because I really don't like bad teeth.

3) Watching Homeland made me an agoraphobic hermit, which was easy, as I was home watching the episodes anyway. It also made me paranoid that my house was under surveillance and that everyone was a terrorist until proven otherwise. Just last week, there was a car in an intersection that went through a busy walking mall. People were crowding around it, because apparently the driver had gotten out and not returned. As those naive pedestrians ogled, I grabbed my kids hands and screamed while we ran at top speed until we rounded a corner and were protected by a building from the bomb that was most likely ticking away inside. What? Why else would someone leave their car unattended? Frankly, I can think of no other reason.

4) Now, for my newest binge, Mad Men. There are 64 episodes on Netflix. That's like 60 hours of TV. SIX-TY. Yet I'm not even a little intimidated. In fact, after 20 short hours of viewing the show, I'm sure my husband is cheating on me, and if he's not, I fear he's not as handsome or desirable as I assumed him to be. (Honey, if you're reading this and you aren't philandering, please start ... you're embarrassing me.) 

I'm also wondering why I'm not getting hit on more myself. Why aren't more men watching me walk out of rooms, or mistaking my snarkiness for flirtation? Why? And why don't I drink more? It looks so natural, so easy going down. And I want to start smoking because, well, it looks fun and everyone is doing it, and also, I don't think any of my new friends gets lightheaded after a single puff (which is the way I remember it).

Yes, starting tomorrow I will stop going to Starbucks to write my silly listicles while drinking a carafe of half-caff lattes (I'm so pathetic, I don't even go full caffeine!) and I will do what any respectable writer did in the 1960s -- find a musty bar in a questionable area, drink things that are priced by how long they've aged, and light my next cigarette with my last as I pluck away at the next Atlas Shrugged

Wish me luck!

Spill. What's your binge TV addiction? I'm thinking Gossip Girl next or maybe Game of Thrones, Downton Abbey?


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Prett... PrettyGirlMyers

This was hilarous! I totally binged on Breaking Bad. You need to add The Walking Dead to your list of things to watch (just be prepared to spend a lot of time covering your eyes for the super gross parts!)

SNAPA SNAPA

As a consummate self-proclaimed Couch Potato, I find this article HILARIOUS!!

J'zanne Read

It's home Marathoning, the cable station puts one on and it's all "Yeah! Buffy Marathon!"


But I watch all my DVDs in a week and it's all "WTF are you doing!!?"

nonmember avatar Me

You need to add Scandal and Walking dead to your must watch list. I started watching breaking bad but the first episode was so dragging I gave up. Ive been meaning to start again but havent. Also I couldnt get into downton abbey. I love Braxtons though ( reality show) and watch it in binges on Netflix when tgey put up new episodes. Then I talk like Tamara for a week. She dont care. You get your life. Lol

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