MurphOnMillerAve wrote:I gave-up just after that contest where and when they hit the father in the head with a microwave oven, deposited there by his wife.
Oh, and I had already gotten all that I needed to learn about her, when, in the commercials for the show, they have the father sliding down a snowy hillside after falling in front of a monk on a hillside, and finally falling off a snow-cliff, right onto their encampment, next to/upon their tent, where the wife is taking "selfies." When he hits the ground, does she run over to see if he is injured, broke his neck, or dead? Nope. In true self-absorbed fashion, she contemplates her selfie, expressing satisfaction with herself. I am not entertained nor amused by seeing women who are vapid and vain ( at least we were spared her twirling the ends of her hair as she contemplated her self-image.) I see enough of that in the News.
I'll never watch that pile again.
Here's an idea - turn off the TV and read a book or 3.
in undergrad endeavors, many years ago, making the mistake, contrary to my advisor's caution, of taking American Novel and English Novel courses during the same semester. Both professors assigned a novel per week. When I expressed my concern about having to read two books a week, to one of the professors, he said, and I quote exactly, from four+ decades ago, "Then, fail his course, but not mine. You WILL read the books."
with my frat bros. and got me "A's" for two courses that I came to revel in. Next term, I signed up for the next level of both courses and felt real good about it. I needed the discipline and intellectual growth.
and "Jerry Springer," 