This week, I started watching Breaking Bad and I’m hooked. I’m still in the first season. It appears that there are 6 seasons… I wonder how this guy with end-stage lung cancer can last through 6 seasons.
Larger than that, I wonder what it says about me, that at 63, I enjoy watching edgy TV shows with sex & violence. I am confident that my mother did not watch this type of program when she was in her early 60s.
This leads me to the real issue. Is it rational for a 63 years old white single woman to enjoy edgy, sometimes violent, sometimes racy programs? I was raised in white-milk, mid-western rural America, born in the seemingly pure Eisenhower era, enlightened by the Kennedy Camelot myth, invigorated by Johnson’s War on Poverty (oh I planned to go into Appalachian mountains to help the poor but I couldn’t afford it), disillusioned by Nixon’s war and Watergate. Jimmy Carter gave me hope. (He was elected on my 26th birthday…I was a reporter then, spent my birthday with the all-night election coverage…I was on the top of the world.) I gave birth to two sons and Reagan offered the possibility that they would grow up in a fiscally responsible country in a sane world.
And then, it seems as if the entire country and world shattered …… a fine crystal wine glass falling to the tile floor, shattering into a million pieces, beautiful and horrid.
And now, at 63, I work with teens (some of them with foul mouths and angry attitudes), I babysit my beautiful and innocent granddaughters (who, I pray, will not watch the same TV I do), and I take pictures.