I’m rarely sick but when I am I am not a pleasant person. I don’t like conversation and I won’t get up except for bathroom breaks. I just want to lie on the sofa under my afghan with remote in hand. Being a political junkie I normally tend to watch cable news although I’ll take a brief respite when my favorite channel stops leaning forward and switch to something funny. But when politics have taken the weekend off I’m left with discovering new things and end up watching marathons of crime dramas.
Something interesting happened just before I became ill that seemed to take precedent over Capitol Hill and Washington politics. It is odd that a kid arrested for drag racing and thrown in the slammer can be considered “breaking news” and interrupt a conversation between a news host and her bi-partisan pundits. It was annoying at first but I was caught in the trap and so I sat glued to the set wildly pushing the buttons on my remote to see who had the best coverage.
I don’t know which I dislike more. Punks or bullies. As much as I hate to admit it, Justin Bieber was a relief from the “Bridgegate” fiasco. Bieber is a little punk and Christie is a big bully. I’ve had my share of dealing with both punks and bullies. Now I only have to watch them on television. What is it about people who think it’s okay to use the “f” word when pulled over by the cops or call a reporter an idiot because he asked a perfectly reasonable question. Does being a celebrity or a person in high office give you license to treat people with disdain? It appears so.
But I digress. I spent the weekend watching non-stop “Law and Order: SVU” reruns. My new heroes are Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler. Scenes of New York City brought back fond memories of having grown up in the country north of Manhattan. Marlo Thomas and Judith Light as judges made me realize that “That Girl” was no woman to be reckoned with and Angela Bower was the boss. Michael Learned moved from the mountains of Virginia to a penthouse apartment on Park Avenue and as a wealthy socialite who prostituted her grandson, she no longer gave advice to the rest of the Waltons. It was fun watching these women in completely different roles. Justin Bieber and Chris Christie were soon forgotten and I was lost in a world of crimes of another sort, my escape from reality for just a while.
Now the marathon is over, it’s back to business as usual and time to sit up and pay attention. That teenage kid with tattoos, chains and a bad-ass attitude, and the ever-evolving saga in New Jersey are back in the forefront. Life goes on. I can lean forward again. Yet now I wish we had Benson and Stabler to slap the cuffs on bad people and save the day. We really could use the help.