My Aunt Louise made a surprise inspection of our apartment when Don and I were newlyweds in 1972. She was shocked.
We didnít have a TV. This was un-American Ė at least thatís what Aunt Louise thought.
How could we have a normal marriage if we didnít stay home and watch TV?
Aunt Louise took me aside and said, ďListen, honey, your uncle and I can loan you some money for a TV.Ē
I thanked her and said no. I said there wasnít room for a TV in our tiny apartment. We had two rooms over a garage.
The truth was we prided ourselves on being intellectuals. ďAll in the FamilyĒ was the hit show then. We didnít need to watch Archie Bunker argue with his relatives. We had our own family to yell at us. Besides, I knew watching television turned people into lumps who sat on the couch.
Don and I have been married 37 years. We still donít have a TV. We do have a monitor and a CD player. If we want to watch a hot TV series, we wait a few months and get it on CD. We can check out other shows on the computer.
If I really want to watch TV, I go to my condo gym and turn on the TV while Iím on the treadmill. I donít need TV. But I do need exercise. Lots of prime-time exercise.
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Elaine Viets is a freelance writer.