Saturday, April 13, 2013
I've never talked about this here, but before I got hooked on Food Network I was just as hooked on the Investigation Discovery channel. I've always loved mystery stories, so it grabbed me easily. I was a loyal viewer for several years. It took me that long to realize something.
Unlike the novels I love, these stories are about real people and the horrors that happen to them. If I'm reading a Dick Francis or Martha Grimes or Lisa Scottoline novel, nobody actually gets hurt, nobody is left to mourn. When it's a real tragedy with real victims, it's something entirely different. And it hurt me to watch.
I realized something else -- my depression got slowly but steadily worse. I've lived through enough horrible things in my life, some I've talked about here and some I haven't. I don't need to watch more as "entertainment."
Food Network celebrates creativity, hospitality and community. These are all things I crave that my life lacks right now, but it gives me impetus to look for it. All watching ID did was bring down my moods and focus on the worst in people rather than the best. And a total sidebar -- I love FN''s focus on charity. They give large amounts of money and encourage their viewers to donate and support good causes, particularly regarding childhood hunger. I don't know another TV outlet that does that.
ID, thanks for the years together. But for my own sake I need to put you in my past.