Thursday, November 19, 2009

Being a Sister Wife

Two of my roommates got me started watching some HBO series. I usually stay pretty far away from TV shows. Revolving my life around a one hour block each week just seems asinine, but they had the first season on DVD so it was convenient. I could watch the first few episodes with them and that would be that. Not so easily done. Big Love. It's about a polygamist family, living in the city, that got exiled from the Mormon compound in Utah. They live normal lives except for the fact that there are three women, seven kids, and one man. They have three houses and no fence in the backyard. Now this show is complete with poisoning, underage marriage and sabotage. I'll be the first to admit that it's lacking substance. I'm already on the second season and still don't really care what happens to the characters, but the show itself is just mesmerizing. One of the first things we all realized is how unnatural polygamy is. There are times when the show is just plain weird.
I've been noticing the affect that the show is having on me. Besides my unhealthy obsession with wanted to watch three episodes a night (which I do not let happen), my thought process has also been a little off. I am very incompetent in the morning, I will admit this, but usually within reason I would like to think. Last week I set my alarm early so that I could wake up and write a paper. One of my roommates, Erin, wanted me to make sure she was awake. When my alarm went off I was very tempted to just go back to sleep until I really had to wake up, but I immediately thought, "No, it's my sister wife duty to make sure Erin is awake." Sister wife duty?! I don't have a sister wife duty! It didn't take me long to realize how absurd that sounded. But still...