The Therapy Sessions
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
The other day, my son started talking about the "Power Rangers," a show he has (to my knowledge) never seen, but has nonetheless earned the coveted designation of being "Sean's Favorite Show."
It don't want him watching that show. It has nothing to do with gratuitous violence (that's OK) - the show just looks dumb.
Now, I have my own show that I sometimes like to watch: MXC. It's pretty hard to explain the appeal of this show: it is a very strange Japanese reality contest, overdubbed in English by comedians who make commentary that is a little risque. It has a lot of people in colorful suits (like the "Green Teabagger"), bashing each other and getting hurt.
Like most guys, I'm a sucker for any show where stupid people get hurt.
I was watching it the other day when Sean walked in.
What's this, he asked.
The Power Rangers, I replied.
Instead of whining for me to change the channel, he watched it with me. The sexual innuendo went over his head, and he really believes that MXC is the Power Rangers.
Yeah, I'm evil.
But the little fart is always waking me up in the middle of the night, so this is my way of getting him back.