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bp, You might be interested to know that when my oldest boy was growing up, I refused to allow a TV in the house. But my parents felt sorry for him, and used to rent a set for him when he stayed with them in the summertime (I was a working widow at the time)...so that he could watch The Three Stooges. I am told he would sit in the playroom alone, watching Moe & Curly & the other one, howling his head off...
But when I married my second husband (an English Professor), he insisted we had to have a TV, so that he could know what stuff his students were filling their heads with. (Actually, he really just wanted to watch the football games.) By that time, fortunately, my older son had developed such a taste for reading that he never became a member of the TV Generation. And when my younger one appeared on the scene, he never became an addict, either. Perhaps that was because, at my insistence, the TV was kept in permanent exile on the (very drafty) back porch. No way was I going to let the living room be dominated by The Monster..The younger one still tells his friends what fun it was when we would all gather together in the living room, reading Shakespeare aloud. They gape in disbelief...
In this respect, I am very, and I mean very conservative...<gg>
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