The chances of my exercising will power are about as good as the chances of my exercising an ability to fly. It's just not going to happen, not above and beyond the will power I already exercise to get out of bed each morning and deal somewhat cheerfully with dressing, entertaining and feeding 3 small children while also writing an article or two. And doing a zillion dishes, because we just can't swing a new dishwasher right now. And sweeping up after the toddler. And you know, just dealing with crap.
So the chocolate gets eaten. The Lexulous gets played. And the TV gets watched. And watched. And watched.
Then I have a moment where I wish I had exercised more will power. Not when my 5 year old daughter is re-enacting RuPaul's Drag Race. Not when my almost 4 year old son recognizes Stewie from Family Guy. But when I catch myself watching Private Practice.
For those of you with lives, taste and will power, I will summarize. Private Practice is a spin-off of Grey's Anatomy, only the characters are even more fucked up. And every week there's a dead kid.
Seriously, every week some guest character's kid dies and I get all depressed. Yet I watch the show anyway. WHY? WHY? Is it really that important for me to witness Addison sleeping with every male character on the show? Is my crush on Taye Diggs that big? Am I secretly trying to harm myself? Will I start popping Vicodin next?
Why in the hell am I watching this show?
I don't even know anyone else who watches it, at least not who watches it avidly enough to discuss it (because seriously, Addison, why are you sleeping with Violet's guy when you wouldn't date Naomi's? Why? Why?). So keeping up with discussions doesn't excuse watching the show.
It must be that I don't have the will power to stop.
Is there a support group for this? Because, after last night's dying newborn debacle, I am SO ashamed that I watch this show. Yet I know I'll tune in next week, cursing myself all the while.
Do you have any shows you watch despite your shame?
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