Every year at this time, the nation’s television critics descend upon the Beverly Hilton Hotel in Los Angeles (“a glamorous posh oasis,” it calls itself) for two or three weeks of sitting around a hotel ballroom and taking press tours, meeting and greeting TV stars and executives and writing about the fabulously great shows planned in the coming season.
If I had to do this, I would jump off a cliff.
However, I love reading what the critics write. I love this even though I hardly ever watch any of these shows until they show up on Netflix and usually not then, either. After a certain number of years on this planet, you find that you no longer are the sort of person to whom advertisers want to sell stuff so nothing that they sponsor appeals to you. This is actually something of a relief.
However, I love reading what the critics write. I love this even though I hardly ever watch any of these shows until they show up on Netflix and usually not then, either. After a certain number of years on this planet, you find that you no longer are the sort of person to whom advertisers want to sell stuff so nothing that they sponsor appeals to you. This is actually something of a relief.
