I Need to go to Confession28 June, 2009
I do, in one small way, envy Catholics. No, not the dogma or the liturgy or heirarchy. I envy Catholics because of the whole confession thingie. Case in point: I am currently watching a TV program which I should not be enjoying. I have avoided things like American Idol, America’s Got Talent, The Bong Show, all those other celebrity-creation mind numbers. I have avoided all of the Survivor and other reality bullshit (my personal opinion, I understand other may enjoy watching that shiesse).
Now, I find myself watching Gene Simmon’s Family Jewels. And the worst part is, I am enjoying it. He (and his wife and kids) are funny, witty, intelligent, and remarkably ‘normal.’ The sitting-on-the-couch dialogue, the interspersed home movies, and the comfort of the family make it enjoyable.
But I feel really, really, really guilty watching it. I feel like I should go listen to some Mozart Horn Concertos, read some Tuchmann, and enjoy some imported triple-creme brie with some stone-ground wheat crackers, and some Belgian peach lambic just to make up for the classiness subtraction. I feel like I should confess:
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I have, on numerous occasions, watched and enjoyed Gene Simmon’s Family Jewels. Please Father, give me penance that I may regain the class lost by watching this.”
Now, Dog, the Bounty Hunter is on. And it’s actually fun to watch.
Shit. I’m going redneck. Help me!!!!!
Truth in Blogging: I read this to (((Wife))) and she saved my bacon. I had written Richard, not Gene (and (((Wife))) wondered why I would want to see Richard Simmons family jewels (I don’t). Thank you, (((Wife))).