Last night, a coworker who shall not be named asked me whether it was wrong that she had just canceled a dinner with a friend — that had taken months to schedule — because she wouldn’t be able to tape The Office and watch it later due to “cable issues” (yes, that’s the vague term I agreed to use to further protect her identity). Having just postponed a scheduled phone chat with a friend due to my own “cable issues” and stubborn determination not to miss Marin and Stuart getting it on on Men in Trees, I did not judge her. I did, however, spend the rest of the evening — well, during commercials, anyway — wondering what other sins I’ve committed in the name of entertainment.
If I confess, PopWatchers, will you? (I’m thinking yes, since you’ve been sharing “dirty books” secrets with EW’s Tina Jordan this week.) I’ll start with the one that’s shameful on many levels. Last year, when I was going through my Jon Cryer phase (Shame Level 1), I took a cab 10 blocks (Level 2) so I could catch a bus to Jersey that would get me home in time to watch Cryer on Two and a Half Men (Level 3), which I had forgotten to DVR.
I’d also like to ask absolution for the following: