A cell phone conversation I wish I hadn’t heard on the bus today
“Scrubs! Yeah, the show. Alright, here’s the deal. Eight seasons. One week. Bring over (thinks about it)…clothes. We’re gonna do it. I know, I know. IT’S A LOT. But we can do it!”
- some college-aged dude
The show went 9 seasons, I later found out, but I guess he’s only counting the “Zach Braff years”, as I’ll refer to it. That’s 3,696 minutes of programming, or 61.6 hours. If they spend about 9 hours a day for seven days a week, they can watch all eight seasons. But why would you want to? I’d want to blow my fucking brains out after the first three episodes.
This is a thing our generation does, binging on pop culture. Because it’s available, then we should consume it in mass quantities. It’s the equivalent of a fat dude going into 7-11 and getting ready to walk out with a Big Gulp, but then deciding, “Hey, there’s a Super Big Gulp, I’ll take all of them and fill them up with delicious sugary drinks because it’s there.”
We need a break. I’m including myself in this, I’m no better than anyone. I need a break. It’s not only too tempting to sit around and watch TV, movies, go on the Internet, and text each other day after day after fucking day with no end in sight — it’s exactly what we do. Because we can.
Let’s all watch eight fucking seasons of Scrubs until our hearts stop.
