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The Problem With The Big Bang Theory…

butmyopinionisright:

I’ve been meaning to post something about The Big Bang Theory for a while now but it’s taken me ‘till now to really understand what it is about the show that makes me uncomfortable. I’m not exactly a believer in the whole “only write about the things you like, don’t trash the things you don’t” trend which seems to be plaguing comments sections in negative articles lately, but I wanted to be able to really examine why I don’t like TBBT rather than just slagging it off. My main questions being - Why don’t I like this anymore? Why do I feel uncomfortable watching it? And why do I get so annoyed when I see people sing its praises online? The thing which really sparked this post was seeing a raft of comments on Facebook, below the last round of voting in Television Without Pity’s Tubey Awards, claiming The Big Bang Theory to be “the best comedy on TV”. This made me angry so instead of posting an impulsive comment calling out their bad taste which I’d probably regret later, I decided to really analyse why seeing comments like that made me so mad when previously, although I didn’t really love the show, I’d never considered myself as disliking The Big Bang Theory.

Hell, I even have season one on dvd, it’s sitting right between Battlestar Galactica and Bored To Death in my alphabetised collection.

And here, I think, is where my problem with The Big Bang Theory lies…

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I have never watched TBBT but I keep hearing so much about it that I recently decided to try watching it. I never found out where and when it is (okay, I didn’t try THAT hard to find it) and then I came across this article. I think I can pass on it now. It’s in line with what mainstream media does. But this article is really, really good. Nicely done.

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We’re Going to Have a Party About Watching Flaming Space Garbage…

…tomorrow night.

The Perseids meteor shower happens every year about mid-August and we have people over and they bring food and we cook food and everybody eats and drinks and talks and tells stories and jokes and then we wander out to the big flat area on the hill and flop down on blankets and sleeping bags or lounge chairs and look up at the stars and watch for a bit of space garbage to hit our atmosphere and streak across the sky. Mostly it’s “I saw it,” but sometimes it’s, “WOAH!” When we are under the expanse of sky, the conversation is quieter, punctuated with laughter. We tell stories of backpacking, camping, ghosts, history, whatever we think of. It’s a time when we can all just ‘be’ without having to be ‘something.’