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Why is Judge Judy on in England so much?

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In my unemployed, I guess I’d be called a housewife; only I’m not necessarily cleaning or cooking. I’m washing hella dishes and not averse to putting a load of clothes in the machine. But mostly I’m applying for jobs, trying not to beat myself up for not becoming an investment banker and having a soul, and watching TV.

We have SkyTV now, but when we were in “the other house”, I would see that Judge Judy was on and get struck by a longing I hadn’t expected. I didn’t really watch her at home as I had Judge Milian and Judge Hachette. Naturally, as a single woman, Divorce Court was a warming panacea reinforcing my choice to wait for MY dude. Hell, there were even cases of whether the people should even get married or not.

But Judge Judy, comparatively, was the man. Her old school insistence on having a job and not having babies out of wedlock had a certain Judge Mathis/ Joe Brown type of respectability politic built into it. It came on CBS and was for me the judicial equivalent of yelling, “get offa my lawn”.

That was til I came here. And I got older and although I don’t have a lawn, I wouldn’t want any darn fool kids playing on it.

But why is she on so much here? I can watch Judge Judy (and ANY of the Law & Order franchises- even Trial by Jury & LA) at almost anytime of the day here in the Blighty.

Is this to teach Britons with their barristers and House of Lords  how superior our legal system is? I don’t really understand this system as it’s not an actual democracy, I don’t think…but who am I kidding, neither is ours.

But why Judge Judy? Over our myriad other sitting know it alls? In watching her so much now, I think I get it. She’s such a boomer it’s not even funny. And it’s weird for me to think of her as such, but she is.   But while she gets what “the kids do” she doesn’t approve and still has a certain amount of Victorianism about her. Maybe it’s the robes. She doesn’t understand text messaging or why people use such bad language in it. (Thank God for Bird who’s there as her protector, translator and straight man.)

Which brings us to race. I know, I know, but if you don’t want to read about race and TV, you’re in the wrong place buddy.

I can tell when she’d made up her mind already based on how someone looks and sounds. Watching older ones I can see more compassion during the financial crisis then I can now as she suggests to the unemployed to go collect cans.

If a woman has more than 2 fathers of their children (try writing that sentence, awkward), I heard her tell a woman “you’ve been around the block a few times, madam”. Black man with cornrows…he’d better have an MBA and a shoebox worth of receipts.

More on this later.

This whole thing’s gonna change

I get so intimidated reading other people’s TV/Film type blogs. They’re so organized. I don’t always have something to say about every show I see. I watch way too much TV for that. So, from now on, I’m just going to write what the fuck I want to on here. I’m not monetized or anything and if someone wants to follow or comment, so be it. 

So here are my new favorite shows in no particular order:

Top Chef All Stars: My boyfriends Spike and Fabio are gone, but Carla’s still there and that pleases me. I also think I’m a little hooked because I’ve decided Padma looks and acts like my mom. So pretty.

Good Wife: As my friend Tanisha and I say “Good Wife Good”. It is. It’s an adult show with adult people and adult problems. Even the kids have adult problems and that’s like 1000% better than most alleged network dramas.

Damages: I know it’s not new yet, but I’m reliving it with a padawan and it’s fun to see it through new eyes. Since I’ve seen all of them I get to see how strong the storylines are and how well they have been followed. The character development is complex (even Rose Byrne impresses me with her Keanu Reeves style of acting). 

RuPaul’s Drag Race: Well, duh and/or hello. No explanation needed. Drag queens competing. RuPaul. Every show should be this good.

Archer: I had something for this. It’s one of the most fucked up 1/2h going. And many of my new catchphrases come from it [see duh and/or hello above].

*tiny, tiny writing* Vampire Diaries: Leave the 17 year old girl inside me alone. It’s not her fault. Boone from Lost is on it and she loves Boone. Get over yourselves. And it’s what I watch with my little sister (and a few select adult friends). 

SUPERNATURAL: I have no shame in my love of Dean. I love him. I love him. I love him. But I’ve always had a soft spot for a bowlegged man. The angels, demons, monsters, Lucifer (Jacob from Lost), Death…I mean really. What’s there to not like? Before I watched it and saw the commercials I’d get mad that I’d wasted time on that fucking Heroes and had missed the beginning of Supernatural. I’d say “man, that show looks good” and I had no idea what I’d been missing. And it’s all meta. It makes me feel like my masters in media studies wasn’t a waste. (Though daily the job market insures me it was.)

30 Rock: For all the obvious reasons. It makes me miss going to work sometimes too.

See ya Leverage

I’d been meaning to write you before this, and just like with Heroes, my tardiness (okay, laziness) has lead you to destruction.  I saw it happening but instead of talking to you about it, I just ignored the problems you were having.  I figured, Leverage is smart.  It’ll find it’s sea legs.  That cutsey music will go.  Someone will hear it as LOUDLY as I do.  But no.  I let you down and for that I apologize.  

But you know you shouldn’t have started using that music.  & you shouldn’t have boo-ed everybody up.  Parker & Hardison as a couple is annoying.  So are Nate and Sophie.  It was boring.  

The jobs were stupid this season, except the finale (natch).  I’d hear the set-up and not only turn it off, but INSTANTLY delete it.  I guess I’ll catch them someday, but I didn’t want them hogging up so much DVR time.  

And I say all of this because, I really loved you.  I got a bunch of my friends to watch you and they told their friends.  That Season 2 boost in ratings, you’re welcome. 

But I know I’ll see you all soon.  I’m really going to miss you.  Hardison, Parker, Elliot.  You guys will work and you’re good, so good luck.  

I’m so not worried about Nate (he has an Oscar already). Sophie can ago on Downton if she wants (which I suggest) or spend some time with her baby.  These are the good years.

So I say adieu to you.

C

Dear “I Married A Mobster”,

You knew what you were getting yourself into so don’t cry for me Argentina.  Really, so the guy that sold you into slavery, you call him when you escape then do coke and run the casinos for him for two years?  Really?  I know you were only 15 ½, but come on.  I’ve been that age.  I had a complicated home life.  

Then, instead of calling your mom, after escaping from the sex prison you call the dude who totally sold you to the sex slavers.  There’s not that much benefit of the doubt in the world.  I guess I just had girlfriends that I knew I could call whenever my mom saw fit to throw me out.  I know how traumatic that experience can be.  To not feel wanted.  When you’re in trouble and to have no solid base.  I get it.  But I also didn’t hang out with pimps.  But still…

Then you marry the hitman that teaches you how to shoot and, in surgical detail, how to murder a man.  But it’s fun swimming in pools, I get it.  Your parents did you a great disservice by trying to lock you up instead of taking you to a therapist.  My mom, at least, took me to the therapist.  Wait, no…actually she called the police on me before we went to the therapist.  Excuse me…carry on.

But I’m glad you have your life together now… whatever your name was lady from Vegas.  Your story sucked.  But there were some moments when I just felt like, you liked things more than information and now you wanna act like you were too afraid when you knew what was going on.   

I mean, his kid tried to strangle you and smother your kid with a pillow… what else do you need to try to get out of that shit?  

Anyway, your story touched me.

Charity

An Open Letter to the Olympic Commentators

Dear Olympic Commentators,

SHUT THE FUCK UP!  Please.  You are ruining something that I have to look forward to for four years.  Every year it’s getting worse and worse and I think the #epicNBCfail of it all is that NBC hates the people who watch its network.  I’ve been saying for a while that NBC wants to go out of business and I now know that Kabletown can not handle the pressures of viewership.  Do you know that I’m switching between Goodfellas and the Olympics because I need to watch GOODFELLAS to wash the sound of those terrible voices out of my head.

The manipulative stories with their excessive use of hyperbole being SCREAMED at me makes me want to throw my best friend, TV, out of the window.  Let me decide when I want to get excited.  Don’t force feed me my emotions.  And I don’t believe you’re that excited.  & stop talking about how heartbreaking people losing is.  These are Olympic athletes.  They know how competition works.  So you asking them how devastated they are 2 seconds after they lose is crass.  Also, give them a minute to catch their breath when they finish, win or lose.  Do you know how hard they’ve been working.  Let them have their moment personally for a minute.  Just a minute, since I know that these Olympics are costing you about $8000 every 30 seconds (or something like that…), but maybe you can at least pretend to be human beings.  

But I have learned that Americans can’t be quiet for a fucking minute.  We have to fill up space.  They talk through the event.  The event is an afterthought to all that fucking talking. So thanks, I love to learn.

And this isn’t for you commentators, this is for your boss.  NBC- you suck balls.

Sincerely, 

Me