I Need TV (by Miranda Neville)
Esi asked me to write something so I looked over the past month or so of posts to see what’s a hot topic on the Avon blog. Since my first book just came out (NEVER RESIST TEMPTATION), maybe I should contribute profound reflections on historical romance or Regency research, yadda, yadda, yadda...
No thanks. I want to talk about TV.
Wendy Lee used to watch "thirtysomething" (when she was twelve, shudder). I still miss that show. Those people were my friends. Even now, I feel a shock of recognition when I glimpse one of the actors in something. There's Michael! (or Nancy or Melissa).
The only series I ever loved as much was THE WEST WING (even though they insisted on calling Elliot "Danny".) What's Obama's problem that he hasn't hired Josh and Toby to work in his White House?
Lately, I've had trouble committing to TV. I've flirted with Reality--the first season of SURVIVOR, TOP CHEF, and PROJECT RUNWAY. Especially the last. The contract dispute between Lifetime and Bravo makes me madder than a bonus to a bailed-out banker. Memo to Harvey Weinstein: we don't care what channel it's on, give us our Tim Gunn.
When I need a TV fix, there are Jon Stewart, Rachel Maddow, old movies, and LAW AND ORDER reruns. But I want to fall in love. I want the thrill of anticipation before the weekly date. I want a relationship.
SWF, desperately seeking something on television she can't live without. Suggestions, introductions, and blind dates eagerly considered.