guilty pleasure #1
I don’t watch reality shows. I hate the fact that women, particularly Black women, are portrayed in such a negative way by these shows. I mean, seriously…are you okay with NeNe Leakes being a represented of Black Womanhood on television?! I am not.
But I digress…that is another post altogether. This post is about something I do watch; often in the dark and behind the closed door to my bedroom or office.
Sometimes I don’t want to think when I watch television. I just want to look at something and allow my brain to rest from the thinking that I do all day, every day. Sometimes, I just want to giggle at something so insanely stupid that it doesn’t really make sense. That’s when I turn to Beavis and Butthead.
I’m embarrassed to admit it, but it’s the truth. There is nothing that allows me to lose myself in stupidity more than Beavis and Butthead. Maybe it’s because I get them. I mean, I understand teenage boys because I happen to live with one. And I sometimes have to go outside of myself to comprehend what he and his friends find funny and entertaining. I understand why Beavis and Butthead sit on that sofa and watch all these stupid shows and add their commentary. I bear witness to that on a daily basis in my real life. I understand that sometimes all you can do is dance…that sometimes music gets down in your bones and makes you move. I get that.
Beavis and Butthead are my dudes. and I celebrate the day when they arrived back on my television. It gives me something to not think about. And I would much rather watch two airheads who know they are airheads, than a Black woman slapping or cursing out another Black woman.
Blame it on the al-al-al-al-al-alcohol,
~ M
