Well, it’s Emmy time again. Time for America to watch as actors congratulate themselves on doing a great job entertaining us, and make a spectacle of themselves while they do it.
That sounds kind of harsh, doesn’t it?
I used to have very strong opinions about the Emmys and made a point to watch it every year. I got wrapped up in who I thought should win or lose, and sometimes felt the tension along with the nominees. It (along with the Oscars) was to me like the Super Bowl or World Series is to many sports fans (well, maybe more like the playoffs – I wasn’t crazy).
So here we are in 2011 and I find I don’t care. At all. I’m not even interested enough to make an effort to try to watch the big awards at the end of the show. My interest had been waning over the last decade or so, I guess, and I never really noticed.
I went and looked at the list of nominees a few minutes ago and I think I discovered why I don’t care: I haven’t seen a new episode of a single one of these shows the entire year. It’s possible that I’ve caught part of an episode of a couple of them, but probably not a full episode. I’ve seen re-runs of a couple from previous seasons.
That’s what surprises me. It’s not that these shows are bad, but my TV watching – especially current TV – has dropped off dramatically in the last 10 years. I don’t just sit in front of the tube and surf very often, and when I do, I usually settle on movies, or my wife has control and I end up watching HGTV (which is a whole other problem).
I do have a stable of shows that I watch regularly, but none of them are the type that are going to garner Emmy nods – it’s well-known that sci-fi and fantasy are regularly snubbed no matter how good they are.
It’s a weird feeling. I usually feel pretty plugged into pop culture, but this is pretty good proof that I’m out of the loop. And even weirder? I don’t care. I’m happy in my little pop sub-culture.
Guess that makes me a geek. Everybody who’s less than shocked, raise your hand.