You know how there are just some things you don't want other people to know about you? Well, it's time for me to come clean about something.
I absolutely LOVE the show Cops.
I try to be selective about what I watch on TV. There is a lot of junk on the airwaves and I don't want to spend my time staring at an electric box full o' sin. But even with all my stong held convictions, I can't seem to get past my love of this show.
I try to tell myself that it isn't as bad as watching, say, Desperate Housewives or Dirty, Sexy Money (when you have to introduce new cast so the characters have more people to cheat with you know you are officially watching trash...). I try to tell myself that it is a modern day parable of "good overcoming evil". I try to tell myself that I watch so as to affirm my decision not to go into law enforcement (although being a stay at home mom feels eerily similar some days). I try to tell myself that I watch so as to catch a glimpse of my dear friend Ang on the Norwood episode.
I can't tell if I am lying to myself or not.
All I know is that on a Saturday evening after a nice family dinner, I love to sit in the recliner ala Archie Bunker and turn on the TV to hear that catchy theme song (admit it, you are humming it right now, aren't you?) and watch a drug bust or two. On tonight's show, the cop pulled over a man in a pick up truck driving erratically, and when the driver got out of the vehicle, the officer asked if the driver had been smoking any pot that night. Of course, the driver denied it vehemently, but he was given away by his dilated pupils and the reefer tucked behind his ear. Now that's a reality show.
So now it is out there. I love the show Cops. I am not sure how you want to deal with that information. Maybe it will help to ponder this deep question of our generation:
I absolutely LOVE the show Cops.
I try to be selective about what I watch on TV. There is a lot of junk on the airwaves and I don't want to spend my time staring at an electric box full o' sin. But even with all my stong held convictions, I can't seem to get past my love of this show.
I try to tell myself that it isn't as bad as watching, say, Desperate Housewives or Dirty, Sexy Money (when you have to introduce new cast so the characters have more people to cheat with you know you are officially watching trash...). I try to tell myself that it is a modern day parable of "good overcoming evil". I try to tell myself that I watch so as to affirm my decision not to go into law enforcement (although being a stay at home mom feels eerily similar some days). I try to tell myself that I watch so as to catch a glimpse of my dear friend Ang on the Norwood episode.
I can't tell if I am lying to myself or not.
All I know is that on a Saturday evening after a nice family dinner, I love to sit in the recliner ala Archie Bunker and turn on the TV to hear that catchy theme song (admit it, you are humming it right now, aren't you?) and watch a drug bust or two. On tonight's show, the cop pulled over a man in a pick up truck driving erratically, and when the driver got out of the vehicle, the officer asked if the driver had been smoking any pot that night. Of course, the driver denied it vehemently, but he was given away by his dilated pupils and the reefer tucked behind his ear. Now that's a reality show.
So now it is out there. I love the show Cops. I am not sure how you want to deal with that information. Maybe it will help to ponder this deep question of our generation:
Bad boys, bad boys whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
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