So you think you can dance?

No. I don't. And I don't want to watch other people try to do it either. I barely tolerate American Idol. I accept, albeit somewhat grudgingly, its place in the pantheon of pop culture. But I don't want to watch all of its B or C-level spin offs. I don't want to watch American Inventor. I don't want to watch Rock Star. The many varied talent show competitions onstage. It's all so filled with the networks' summer desperation. ("How can we fill time so we can still charge advertisers money? What are people just dumb enough to watch?")

I'm not a TV snob. Really. I watch about eleventy million things every week on TV. But the explosion of reality TV (especially stupid talent based reality TV) in the summer just makes me sad for all the shows we no longer see for four months. It makes me miss the sass and wit of Veronica Mars. It makes me miss the anorexic whining of Meredith on Grey's Anatomy. It makes me pine for The Office and How I Met Your Mother. It makes me dream about Lost and wonder about Gilmore Girls. I just miss good TV. And watching the crap on right now is like dating a loser after you date a really nice, respectful, handsome guy you can take home to meet you parents. You just notice the loser-y-ness all the more. You notice the flaws. They are glaring and gaping and obvious.

I don't think I can dance. I don't want to. I'm white and an Adventist and those things and break dancing and a sense of rhythm just don't go together. And it embarrasses me to watch other people think they can.

So maybe, just maybe, (and don't faint when I say this) I will turn off my TV for awhile and explore this thing people are calling "the outdoors." I hear it's especially interesting this time of year.