My mom tells me that my life is a bit too connected to TV. (Her exact words were actually, “You’re pathetic,” but whatever…) And maybe she’s right. I get really stressed out when my DVR is over 45% full, I won’t go anywhere on a Saturday morning until I’ve watched at least 2 episodes of Beverly Hills 90210 on Soap Net and I get really cranky when my favorite shows go on hiatus (I’m looking at you, Glee!).
And when the rumors started circulating that Mad Men may not be coming back to TV because of some stupid arguments about product placement and commercial length? Oh. Em. Gee. I went on a rampage that may or may not have ended with a broken TV remote and an empty half-gallon of cookie dough ice cream. It was bad news.
But then, a ray of sunlight! A beacon of hope! A report from my pop culture experts that the situation has been settled! And another tub of ice cream down the gullet…only this time in celebration!
Someone call A&E. I think I need an intervention.