i don't care about your rose

In the great money makeover of tears adventure, cable TV got axed. We gained $140/month, and my life has never been better.

We do have a HDTV antenna, which gets us enough of the Today Show that I can find out which cute white kid has now been kidnapped by an overzealous stepmother. Or how dirty the bedspreads in hotel rooms really are. (dirty.) And when hail wakes us up at 3 a.m., we can get enough of the weather to see if we should head to our non-existent basement.

We also have Netflix, which provides enough for me to see my documentaries and shows like Dexter and How I Met Your Mother, one year later. The viewing delay offers a nice restraint so that my life does not become a long conversation of "omg did you see who got the final rose?!"

But best of all, I don't have to watch the Bachelor/Bachelorette. Because if you think Cinderella and Snow White stories are bad for little girls' misconceptions of love, please tell me what we're teaching with this amazing display of true love. That if you act outrageous, show a little leg and a lot of boob, degrade other women and rehearse your "I never thought I could love someone as much as I love you despite the fact you are sleeping with other girls while millions watch me act ridiculous" speech, you'll catch your very own husband. Or even better, turn the tables and make him stand up with 20 other guys while you judge his personality, muscle formation and kissing ability on national television.

Ranting aside, it's great not having to miss out on real life and exploring our city because we might miss an episode of someone pretending to live in unscripted reality. We've done more in the seven months we've lived in Kansas City than the two years we dated in Minnesota.

You could also blame that on the not-so-delightful Minnesota weather but it's 115 heat index today in KC and my face is melting off. But I WILL enjoy it. There's nothing on my TV anyway.