Growing up, televisions outnumbered people in my house. The mismatched audio from conflicting shows was the soundtrack of my youth.
Growing old, I choose not to own a television.
Initially my televisionlessness was unintentional. A long-term relationship I was in fell apart, we “only” owned one TV between us, and it was his. Just like the dog. I rarely miss either.
When it comes up in conversation, people generally think that “I don’t own a television” somehow just means that I don’t have cable.
“No, I literally don’t own one,” I always say.
“How do you watch… (fill in the blank)?”
“I just don’t,” I explain. Simple enough, you would think.
I don’t know who won (fill in the blank). yes, I missed the big game. But I do take the time to cook real food. I create art. I make things by hand and from scratch – for myself and for others. I actively parent. I spend time talking to my family.
And once in a very great while, I watch (fill in the blank) on the iPad. I admit it.