Tune in to the joy of TV's guilty pleasures
From Mister Rogers to ‘Kojak’ to pro bowling, we channel our TV guilt
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Some people think all television viewing is embarrassing. Others only watch the kind of programs that would pass muster among snooty British professors or refined grandmothers, the kind of shows that educate, edify, and make our world a better place.
We are not those kind of people.
At least, not all of the time. Sure, we like a good Ken Burns miniseries or PBS mystery as much as the next person. But we're also not afraid to admit that we'll tune in and TiVo a few programs that we wouldn't want to discuss at a classy cocktail party. It's OK if we admit to loving them to you, though, right? We're among friends?
We thought so. Here, then, are just a few glorious examples of some of the shameful viewing habits of msnbc.com staffers. It's summer. We're not ashamed. Much.
‘Mister Rogers' Neighborhood’
True love only grows deeper over time. At least, that’s how it is for me and Fred Rogers. He offered the world to me, with his puppet-populated Neighborhood of Make-Believe, his kindly and inquisitive delivery man, Mr. McFeely, and, of course, his cardigans. I was one of the lucky kids whose real life was idyllic: a house always overflowing with neighborhood kids, a mom who led us all in craft- and cookie-making, a dad who could solve any problem. It was really when I get older and life got harder that I fully appreciated the solace offered by Mister Rogers. Pets and people I loved died, I had a mortgage to pay and cellulite to fight , but he still offered a refuge where unconditional love reigns and puppet cats speak in a language of meow that everyone understands. Even now, when the world seems off-kilter, I search for the channel where I can hear Mister Rogers’ soothing voice telling me he likes me just as I am, even if I haven’t showered in days. The man himself is gone now, but on TV, he still wants to be my neighbor. —Linda Dahlstrom
‘Ace of Cakes’
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1970s shows set in New York
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Getty Images / Getty Images file We still love ya, "Kojak," baby. |
New York City in the 1970s was bankrupt, decaying and dangerous, the perfect inspiration for cynical, dark, anti-hero TV shows. Unlike cheesy, sunny programs set in L.A. (“Charlie’s Angels”) or the South (“Dukes of Hazzard”), settling in to watch a 70s show about New York is about getting caught up with an overwrought, self-serious slice of Sidney Lumet and Martin Scorsese realism. In NYC-based shows like “Kojak,” “Barney Miller” or “Taxi,” it was always nighttime and there was always a distinctive jazzy theme song to set the mood. Sammy Davis Jr. singing “Keep your eye on the sparrow” for “Baretta” is both cringeworthy AND genius. When everyone on TV looks like an airbrushed, tooth-whitened plastic toy, it’s a relief to see actors — lollipop-sucking Telly Savalas or mopey Judd Hirsch — who looked like real people, characters you might actually pass walking down the dirty, pre-Disneyified Broadway. As Kojak would say, Who loves ya, baby? That'd be me. —Jane Weaver
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