I grew up without cable television. It just wasn't an option in my hometown or my parent's house, for that matter. (And the fact they got a satellite dish after my brother and I moved away is completely beside the point.) Even as an adult, I have only had regular access to cable for about a year now. And no, it still hasn't lost the "present just opened on Christmas morning" novelty yet.
Unfortunately for me, I have an addictive personality and and my imagining of my skill level departs wildly from that wonderful state called, ahem, reality. This makes for interesting aftermath after watching the Food Network. Two hours with the mavens of food television and I believe I am the more faux, less French reincarnation of Julia Child.
The Discovery Channel, however, is much, much worse. Ever seen Survivorman? How about Mythbusters? Now you know where I'm heading with this. Les Stroud, the Survivorman himself, is my television hero. And, consequently, he has the only show after which I don't leave the couch saying, "Now I could DO THAT." He does weird things, he sleeps in weird places, his basic goal is not to die or critically injure himself while on camera. This is not the troubling part of the show for me. I've done a lot of odd things and have slept in odder places. No, where Les and I part ways is his criteria for deciding whether or not to eat a bug.
He has three.
I have one.
Maybe that's why I don't have my own cable show.
Yep, that has to be the reason.
