I’m Kate. I don’t have cable. I write about television.
I love television. As a child I eschewed cartoons for reruns of “The Mary Tyler Moore Show” and I memorized cast lists from “Saturday Night Live” seasons taped long before I was born.
Let me put it this way – if Kenneth from “30 Rock” were real, and a lady, that would be me, Southern accent and all. …Though I would rather reunite the cast of “Dave’s World,” a lesser-remembered Harry Anderson vehicle, than “Night Court.”
Today, I have a beautiful Samsung television and no cable to play on it. I receive a handful of channels, I stream Netflix on my Wii console (my mom’s account) and I watch programs on hulu.com via the Internet.
I’m not impoverished – I’m lucky enough to have a job. But it allows me about $15 a week to live off of after I’ve paid my bills and rent, so I could be doing better. I definitely can’t afford luxuries like the Bravo Channel. I don’t think many out there can anymore. Life’s caught up with us.
So here’s my love letter to you, television lovers of America. You don’t need no stinkin’ cable, no satellite dish. We’ll do this together.