Monday, August 27, 2007

The Maids are Watching Wrestlemania Again

My family is upper-middle-class in a lot of ways. For one, we earn enough money to pay the bills and leave something in the bank every month. We have access to constant technology upgrades, yet still remain thrifty enough to make our appliances last longer than their warranty periods. We all go to work and/or school regularly, we see movies at least twice a month, and we maintain the average 2.3 cars in a single garage. (One car works only about three-tenths of the time, so the use of the decimal point isn't too far-fetched.)

We also watch TV, for that matter. In fact, what amazes me is not merely the fact that we watch TV -- it's the fact that we somehow manage to share what few television sets we have in the house.

I suspect that my general resistance to TV has something to do with it. My inability to keep to a regular viewing schedule effectively takes me out of the household's unified schedule. While everybody catches their favorite programs, I usually stick to the PC and end up watching whatever everybody else watches.

My mother, for instance, is a news junkie. That is to say, she tunes in to CNN and all the other news channels on a very regular basis -- say, three or four times a day. The beauty of her arrangement is that she can literally catch her media interests any time; Even if she only has five minutes to catch whatever's on the tube, there's always a readable sidebar running along the bottom of the screen.

My sister, on the other hand, is a sports watcher who thrives on both professional and college basketball games. The seasonal nature of these programs, however, means that we're usually forced to make room for her only at certain times of the year. Otherwise she mostly does her homework and watches what we watch.

CSI, however, is a notable exception. My siblings consider the show to be one of the cornerstones of their existence. While I do admire the form and style of the show, I don't think that I would contemplate suicide if it ever got canceled, and I must therefore be less of a fan than they are.

Apart from the aforementioned forensic investigation hour, my brother also pinpoints specific shows for his personal attention. That is to say, he watches a lot of cartoons, divided evenly between episodes of Justice League Unlimited, and series of the pure animé persuasion. We actually share similar tastes when it comes to our programming; I just mind missing my shows a lot less than he does.

This leaves two members of the household help who've each been with us for at least twenty years, and they get the bulk of the TV time. While they do consume good helpings of the local variety shows and reruns of Pinoy Big Brother, most of their fare consists of knock-down, drag-out WWF Wrestlemania. They can outline a laundry list of favorite wrestlers from the mid-90s onwards, and they knew about Eddie Guerrero and Chris Benoit long before their tragedies hit the headlines. I suppose I should be counting our blessings, though -- at least they haven't started openly discussing flying scissor-locks, cannonball death jumps, and signature moves. Yet.

Why do I suddenly raise my family's strange viewing habits, you ask? Well... let me put it this way: In every middle-class family, somebody's got to pay the cable bills. Exactly how that duty fell to the person who watches the least TV is something for the books.

But hey, it could be worse. I mean, I could be driving three-tenths of a car.

8 comments:

Jeff - Reiji said...

"...somebody's got to pay the cable bills. Exactly how that duty fell to the person who watches the least TV is something for the books."

- that's my current situation.
I didn't know that such trend exists. ;p

Ida said...

that's a heck of a title :P hehe.
so that makes you the eldest of three, right?

Ailee Through the Looking Glass said...

I miss what my siblings and I agree was the golden age of the WWF, when Stone Cold Steve Austin and The Rock were in their prime, when DX was telling us all to "suck it", when the whole McMahon family (even Mrs. McMahon!) was actively involved in the increasingly ludicrous storylines. Good crazy times. :)

Ailee Through the Looking Glass said...

WWF aside, the only TV shows that have earned the unanimous love and loyalty of us 3 sibs are Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Trek Voyager, and more recently, Heroes. :)

kyutbabe said...

I was smiling the whole time I was reading this. I don't pay for the cable and I do love watching tv, but as long as I can remember, I've had the least power over the remote control. I don't even interrupt our helper when she's watching her favorite shows. Good thing that between watching tv and reading a book, I'd choose the latter anytime so I don't get involved in the remote control wars :)

Sean said...

Geez... five comments. That's got to be a record.

Reiji: I feel for you, man. (I'll point out that I pay for the Internet and half the gasoline bills as well, so it's hard to say where the bleeding stops.)

Ida: Their fascination with sweaty men in tights has been around for some time now, but the title phrase only came to me the other night. Yes, I'm the eldest of three... although that doesn't stop them from treating me like a kid sometimes. :)

Ailee: So far on my side, it's been any of the CSI shows, Damon Wayans's My Wife and Kids, and The Tonight Show with Jay Leno (particularly the "Headlines" segment).

Kyutbabe: I won't contest that... I usually favor curling up with a good book over seeing what's on the tube. But then again, that could just be because most of our remote control units are busted, and I won't bother turning on a TV without one. :)

Charles said...

Invite Marcelle over so he can watch with the maids!

Sean said...

Charles: I'm aware that Marcelle has similar interests. That said, I'm sure that his reception of wrestling programs is far different from my household's. :)