I’ve been on winter break for nearly three weeks and my TV time has just now really hit its stride. I’m the first to tell you I have pretty bad taste in television. Not all my picks are bad (Top Chef, Project Runway, 30 Rock—See? I’m cool, I’m with it), but many of them are. On any given lazy Sunday you can find me watching Real Housewives of Orange County (and only these housewives), Rachel Zoe Project, Say Yes to the Dress, and other similarly shameful shows. I’m not trying to defend myself, I’m just shooting you straight. While I fill my mind with what I think are some pretty great literary pieces, I also try to balance those out with smut. Too much of a good thing is no longer a good thing. Am I right or am I right?
So last night, after I finished watching, oh let’s say realistically, three hours of television, I crawled in bed and opened my computer to watch more television on Hulu. I love Hulu. But, I digress. A fancy little show called Portlandia popped up on the main page. I had heard one or two things about this production and I figured, Hey, it’s only one o’clock in the morning, why not log some more hours behind the ol’ screen? Three episodes later I decided it was time to power down. But, not without declaring Portlandia one of my new favorite gems. It’s basically sketch comedy with Fred Armisen and Carrie Brownstein playing a variety of characters, some repeated throughout the episodes. Some of the sketches are a wee bit stupid, but most are hilarious and all border on the extreme. Definitely good for a laugh. Now I just need to find a way to shut this dang confuser off.
A Broad At Home 