Due to the economy, over 800,000 people have cancelled their cable service. To them I say welcome. I’ve never had cable. It’s not that I’m a Luddite, after all I do write this nifty blog, but I’ve just never seen a reason to pay for 100 plus channels of drivel. In 1992, Bruce Springsteen wrote a song called “57 Channels and Nothin’ On.” If he wrote that song today I imagine he would have to update the title to “357 Channels and Still Nothin’ On.”
In today’s hyper-saturated media environment, it’s hard to avoid what I’m “missing” by not having cable. (I’m embarrassed to admit that I know who Snookie is.) When I travel, the hotels I stay at offer free cable. I click the remote and see endless offerings of Law & Order, various shows hocking cheap jewelry designed by C-list celebrities (so that’s what happened to the former cast of Dallas) and the excitement of competitive curling. People pay for this?
Now this does make me something of a misfit at parties. I can’t join in the conversation about how much Comcast is ripping me off. But there is a bright side. I’ve never had to waste a day waiting for the cable guy, don’t have one. I’ve never had the cable go out or down, it was never in or up.
There is one negative side effect to being the last house on the block without cable. Most days I have a rather full mailbox with special offers from Comcast, Verizon FIOS and DirecTV. They go directly in the trash, right next to Snookie.