Posted by Tina Blankenship
Hello again! Now some of you may be asking yourselves why I didn’t formulate a response to Todd’s most recent post about chores wherein he implies that I am both a bear AND a mafia princess who has intimate knowledge of the proper procedures to follow when disposing of bodies. My answer to your very valid question, dear readers, is this: There was a reaction on my part. I sat down with Todd and had a very calm, growl-free conversation after which Todd decided of his own volition to apologize and explain his point of view. He has also promised to make it up to me by taking me out on the town! Long story short, I have handled the problem internally, and I thank you for your concern. Now on to my actual post!
It is a war that has been waged in living rooms all over the word. It is a battle that has been on going since its invention in 1956. Wherever two or more people share a domicile, you will undoubtedly come across this age old debate: Who rules the remote?
As Todd has previously stated, we spend a good part of our down time together watching tv. Fortunately for us, we like a lot of the same shows, so the issue of who runs the remote is seldom brought up. There are of course a few exceptions to our harmonious arrangement, ie televised sporting events, sports update shows, movies with scantily clad ladies and gratuitous explosions but no real plot line, cooking shows, bridal themed shows, shows with “Cake” anywhere in the title and tear jerking chick flicks.
The odd time that one of us is watching something that the other doesn’t agree with, we usually try and find a compromise, where we land on something that we both would enjoy watching. However, sometimes, no matter how hard we try, there is just no common ground to be found. In those instances, remote “control” reverts to he or she who physically possesses the remote. On these rare occasions, there is likely to be some complaints from the powerless party.
“Are you ACTUALLY watching this?!” “Do we have to watch cricket? You don’t even LIKE cricket!” “When are you EVER going to cook duck à l’orange!?” “This movie is stupid, and YOU’RE stupid for liking it!” Etc. Most of these outbursts can be quelled by the uttering of three simple words. “It’s almost over.” These words seem to have a calming effect on the un-remoted population. Unfortunately there are still certain circumstances where this magical phrase cannot appease the remote-less individual. (Like when the movie/show’s opening credits are still playing.) More often than not, when griping fails, the non-remote controller will let out one last disapproving grumble, heave a sigh of concession, and leave the room in search of other pursuits… Or to regroup before the next boob tube blitzkrieg.
I must admit that I have the power of remote most frequently in our home. I do try to be courteous, and watch my “lady” programs and movies when Todd is not around. Todd is equally as considerate when he is the one in control, because let’s face it, it’s more fun watching something that you both enjoy, so that you can shout, gasp, cringe and laugh together.
Who commands the remote in your home? Do you have set blocks of time where you and your partner are each free to surf the channels as you please? Is there another way of sharing tv time that we haven’t thought of yet? Inquiring minds want to know.
Until next time!