Spinster

I’m relatively new to the whole cable television phenomenon. We didn’t have cable when my brother and I were growing up. I mean, clearly, it had been invented and was widely available in Miami, but my dad didn’t want to get it because the cable company had a monopoly on local coverage. Or something. That’s what he told us, but I always believed it was because he didn’t love us or want us to be happy. (Not being allowed to watch In Living Color or the Simpsons, and not being able to watch MTV, were the injustices of my childhood. Consider me charmed.)

When I was in college, I never had a tv in my bedroom, but some of my friends did and they had cable. Funnily enough, all I remember watching was 90210 (the final season), Dawson’s Creek, and Felicity, which were all on network tv. Eventually, I lived in a house where we got cable, but that year is all just a blur of the Daily Show and endless September 11th coverage.

Enter the age of original cable programs and a little thing I like to call heaven: downloading. I now consider myself to be an advanced amateur conoisseur of television. You can keep your American Idols and your So You Think You Can Dances. I scoff in the face of reality tv as I move past it to the dark glory that is Weeds, Six Feet Under, Dexter, and my new favorite, The L Word.

That show has made me love lesbians. How can you not, when they are gorgeous, have super cool hair, and are engaged in more casual sex than the casts of 90210 and Melrose Place put together? Plus, on cable, you get to see boobs, and who doesn’t like boobs? I’m totally not attracted to women and I love them. I can’t even imagine what it’s like for guys. Or lesbians. Oh wait, I can totally imagine what it’s like for lesbians, cause I watch The L Word.