I have never watched Masterpiece Theatre. I know… sad and strange, but true. There was always something else on at the same time that someone at my house wanted to watch and while I was occasionally sort of interested I just went with the flow. It’s not much fun to watch TV alone anyway. But now, after all these years I find out what I’ve been missing. To be honest, I’m not exactly sorry I missed that. I guess culture is not entirely what I always imagined it to be. But just imagine if the general population of the U.S. had any idea what was going in those “stuffy British dramas.”

May 23rd, 2008 - 5:08 pm
And it’s not even Masterpiece Theater anymore. Now they call it “Masterpiece.” That’s all. And lately the series they’ve been presenting (well, what they can squeeze in between repeats of Nova episodes from 2002 and all seventeen hundred episodes of Antique Roadshow) all seem to be about the same Georgian-era gaggle of old English ladies in Ye Olde Village gossiping about each other; there hasn’t been any sexy stuff for quite some time. I’m not sure why that is — the median age of the average PBS viewer in Florida has always been around 75, so it can’t be that the network heads suddenly developed a fear of causing too many heart attacks among the elderly.