Herself and I watch a good bit of television.
I suppose we have around a thousand channels, and if I switched the receiver over to the Freesat one we could pick up another couple of hundred channels that aren’t on Astra. We are spoiled for choice, except that we aren’t really as the choice of content is 99.9% pure unadulterated shite.
I remember back in my cable days when the standard choice was about six channels. The company borrowed a portable satellite dish [a massive yoke that had to be towed around on its trailer] and the Technical Manager and I had a fine time messing with it. I remember saying that it was amazing the choice that was going to be available, and he replied with an amazingly accurate forecast – he said he reckoned that channels would just dumb down to the lowest common denominator and it would be the end of decent programmes. How right he was.
Scrolling down the channels I see “documentaries” about early teenage pregnancies that imply we’re going to see the kids screwing. There is one programme where women are asked to choose a dating partner when they just see the men’s pricks on screen. Equally men have to choose women on the basis of their tits. I nearly saw a “documentary” the other night about “dogging” and I actually watched a tiny bit of it but the televised view of an arse screwing some woman in the back of a car didn’t really appeal.
The result of this is that we have to make our own viewing by “borrowing” [*cough*] material from the Interwebs. Luckily there are tens of thousand of films and series out there and that makes up the bulk of our viewing. Last night, for example we tried out a new series that was being broadcast. We had seen it before but a) we had of course forgotten the story and b) it was filmed here in the village [yes, we are too fucking popular]. The problem with the programme was the ads. They were long breaks showing unbelievably bad screechy infantile advertisements and I spent my time hitting the mute button. So I nipped out my laptop, and in fifteen minutes we were not only seeing an ad-free programme, but I had the entire series so we didn’t have to wait a week for the next episode by which time we would have forgotten the plot
Yesterday I came across a news item. Apparently there had been 25,000 complaints about “Love Island”. Now this is another programme that plumbs the murky depths and I had never watched it. It basically consisted of a bunch of incredibly dumb males and females [we used to call ’em ‘pox bottles’] chasing sex and “celebrity” status. The contestants all seem to hang around in the skimpiest of swimwear and this is supposed to entertain us. I did watch five or so minutes just to see what the fuss was about and switched channels again as the programme is tediously boring. But apparently 25,000 people were incensed enough about a cheap tacky programme to complain about its content. why the fuck can’t they just switch channels? Why can’t they switch off the box and read a book?
Thank God for the Interwebs!