The PopWatch Confessional (Vol. 1)
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:
- Circa the early ’80s, there was a span of a few months when I would not get dressed for school until I had listened to my entire Air Supply 8-track. In the family room.
- In 1996, I was 20 minutes late to lunch with a friend — at the dining hall in my own dorm — because I had to see whether an elderly woman named Beulah won the showcase showdown on The Price is Right.
- In 2003, I convinced three friends that we had to go to a multi-day Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan convention at the Friar Tuck Resort in the Catskills. Then I made them sit through a sing-along-to-the-boom-box reenactment of the musical episode, as well as a concert by a band fronted by Warren (Adam Busch). Worse, when told that the actors would only sign one autograph per person, I chose to have Anthony Stewart Head sign “Thanks for lastnight!” to me instead of to my absent friend Eva Ingvarson, who clearly hearted him more.