Bad T.V is something I can’t do without. The dull drum of lazy misguidedness. I watch it, I watch it and I know-

I know the jokes fall flat and the acting is subpar, and the script leaves things wanting.

I know what the writer’s room must think of me, a teenage girl-

I know how easily the hemming and hawing begins for people who see me as the butt of the joke. 

I know the roles I could play, the list of qualities afforded me are small-

Ditzy, lovesick, angsty, slut,  b*tch, stuck up prude, oddball erring on the side of sexy. 

And yet I watch it, I let the show continue, let it simmer under my skin, that injustice of Bad T.V. 

And I think about all the people these shows effect, that constant cacophony of Bad T.V, ringing in the ears of people who think it’s not so far off from real life.

But the saving grace of Bad T.V, is that I know-

I know I could do better.