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My boyfriend and I have managed to maintain a relatively peaceful state of co-existence with each other. When it comes to walking the dog, cooking dinner or cleaning the house, we divide and conquer civilly and without event.
When we begin discussing what we'll be watching that evening, however... That's when the gloves come off.
For some amazing reason my normally erudite and discerning boyfriend morphs into a six-year-old the moment the television screen flashes on. Bypassing meaty, artistic shows with things like "plot" and "developed characters", precedence is given to those which feature "spaceships", "laser guns" and "Cylons". Add some psuedo-militaristic dialogue like "Roger that" and "Engage!" and you have all the entertainment ingredients to make my boyfriend a very happy man.
We're meant to be spending quality time together while we watch these shows, so if I pick up a magazine or doze off, he'll nudge me and insist that I'm missing something good. Which I know I'm not. But he insists all the same (and if we're watching a DVD, he will actually rewind it to make me watch a particular scene from the beginning).
Granted he'll sit through the shows I want to watch with me, although really he's just researching information for future debate. If I say, "I'd like to watch Project Runway Canada tonight", he'll counter with "That show is so histrionic! Someone always breaks down and cries". Then I'll joust with "It's better than watching that weirdo chase people around on his horse". En garde.
So how do we decide? Sometimes I feel generous and manage to sit through something to humour him. Sometimes he humours me. And sometimes we flip a coin (seriously).
But even if I win the battle, I'm still subject to the war. A ten-hour Lord of the Rings marathon viewing is just one of the cruel and unusual punishments I'm forced to endure annually. Nostalgic M.A.S.H binge sessions tend to occur as surprise additions to long weekends.
Do any of you have the same problem? Are there certain shows in your household that turn you and your significant other
into sworn adversaries? Log in and let me know. And dish on the worst shows you've had to endure! (For me, Battlestar Galactica takes the cake.)
-Jes
Want to know more about what we're watching?
- Catch up on Sam's blog, devoted to this season's American Idol
- Check out Ashleigh's round-up of mid-season replacement shows
- Read about why Stephania hates the Real World Girls