I’m a modern gal – independent, financially sound and responsible. Yet my life always seems a lot less than perfect. Something is definitely missing. Maybe it’s the background music.
Like many of us, I get ideas for my life from television. Hobbies, sports, travel – many of these come from seeing the experiences of my favourite characters on the small screen. Yet, somehow they don’t work quite as well when applied to my life.
I came to this realization on Sunday night as I shovelled the wet slushy snow around my house. Every movie with a winter timeline has someone cheerfully shovelling the snow, and then going about their day. Or they’re tackled by their mate and begin to passionately roll around in the snow.
This would never happen to me because after I’ve shovelled snow for half an hour, I’m cold, wet, and perspiring profusely in my parka. Forget romance.
The snow is filthy and I definitely need a shower.
Like many of us, I get ideas for my life from television. Hobbies, sports, travel – many of these come from seeing the experiences of my favourite characters on the small screen. Yet, somehow they don’t work quite as well when applied to my life.
I came to this realization on Sunday night as I shovelled the wet slushy snow around my house. Every movie with a winter timeline has someone cheerfully shovelling the snow, and then going about their day. Or they’re tackled by their mate and begin to passionately roll around in the snow.
This would never happen to me because after I’ve shovelled snow for half an hour, I’m cold, wet, and perspiring profusely in my parka. Forget romance.
The snow is filthy and I definitely need a shower.
And I like shovelling!
Many people know I spend time at the Humane Society. But instead of a montage of cute puppies crawling over me in the fresh grass to the tune of That’s What Friends Are For, I’m covered in mud splatter and dog hair, and smell faintly of puppy poo. I love it there, but Dionne Warwick is definitely absent.
Where’s the magic? And that’s when it hit me.
Our feminist foremothers thought they had nixed the unrealistic Donna Reid/June Cleaver television stereotypes. But instead, we just updated and disguised them: Donna Reid 2.0!
They work out and inspire us to do the same. But even after a long jog, although tired, out of breath and perhaps a little sweaty, they still look great. After an hour of cardio, I spend the next 30 minutes with a lovely facial glow not unlike a cherry tomato.
They travel but never seem to have my swollen feet after an eight-hour trek – or jet lag, for that matter. They’ve mastered the trick of 48-hour make-up and halitosis because they can wake up without under-eye circles, make-up smears or morning breath.
We might catch a Desperate Housewife occasionally cleaning her home but I’ve never seen them pause mid-vacuum to tear out the excess cat hair that has clogged the rotating brushes in their upright.
And when was the last time your favourite character dealt with PMS or ate a full meal? The women I know like to eat. Often.
No matter what the decade, the TV woman will never be real. She’ll just be updated for the next generation with only her life’s best bits showing. And perhaps that should make women angry. But they do it to men too.
And who wants real life anyway?
It’s sweaty and smells of puppy poo.
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Many people know I spend time at the Humane Society. But instead of a montage of cute puppies crawling over me in the fresh grass to the tune of That’s What Friends Are For, I’m covered in mud splatter and dog hair, and smell faintly of puppy poo. I love it there, but Dionne Warwick is definitely absent.
Where’s the magic? And that’s when it hit me.
Our feminist foremothers thought they had nixed the unrealistic Donna Reid/June Cleaver television stereotypes. But instead, we just updated and disguised them: Donna Reid 2.0!
They work out and inspire us to do the same. But even after a long jog, although tired, out of breath and perhaps a little sweaty, they still look great. After an hour of cardio, I spend the next 30 minutes with a lovely facial glow not unlike a cherry tomato.
They travel but never seem to have my swollen feet after an eight-hour trek – or jet lag, for that matter. They’ve mastered the trick of 48-hour make-up and halitosis because they can wake up without under-eye circles, make-up smears or morning breath.
We might catch a Desperate Housewife occasionally cleaning her home but I’ve never seen them pause mid-vacuum to tear out the excess cat hair that has clogged the rotating brushes in their upright.
And when was the last time your favourite character dealt with PMS or ate a full meal? The women I know like to eat. Often.
No matter what the decade, the TV woman will never be real. She’ll just be updated for the next generation with only her life’s best bits showing. And perhaps that should make women angry. But they do it to men too.
And who wants real life anyway?
It’s sweaty and smells of puppy poo.
Check out www.tbtv.com for more FiTV along with complete TB Television program listings.
