5 Times TV Changed My LifeRachael Berkey

I spent a lot of my childhood horizontal. It’s not something that’s really changed. I can usually be found flat on my back with a book floating over my head or stretched out across any surface with a remote control in one hand and a beverage in the other. I just really like stories.

The cover story is: My life was shaped by the parents who loved me, the brothers who tortured me and the schools I went to for 20+ years.

But really? Stories changed my life.

Five Times Television Changed My Life

Married with Children

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We were decidedly not allowed to watch Married with Children in my house. Well, we kids weren’t allowed. I’m pretty sure my parents watched it after we went to bed. Actually I know that they did because the way that Married with Children changed my life was simple: it taught me a life skill, silence and manipulation. All my brothers and I wanted was to watch that show. It’s not that we were completely invested in the storylines, characters or actors. We were kids. No. We wanted it because we were not allowed to have it. We learned to sit silently through The Simpsons and whatever else was on, and to make ourselves as invisible as possible so that we were ignored and forgotten about. And if we played our cards right, if we blended into the living room furniture enough, there was always the chance that we wouldn’t have to go to bed before we caught a full half hour of the forbidden fruit.

It may seem like a small thing – the way this silly show “changed” my life – but I have to say, learning the value of silence and discretion has helped me so much as an adult.

Gargoyles & Tiny Toon Adventures

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I’m a procrastinator. In my family, we say it’s genetic. I can procrastinate procrastinating by doing super active things that have nothing to do with the actual task I should be working on at the time. I’m rather proud of my ability in this arena. Homework was my nemesis from the first time a teacher assigned it.

Do work in my off time? Was my teacher insane? Afternoons and evenings were for reading and watching TV. I was not going to do homework. I was going to put it off until the last possible moment no matter how much my mom yelled and my dad glared.

Then I got hooked on afternoon cartoons, specifically Gargoyles and Tiny Toon Adventures.

Then Mom and Dad decided that the only way to get me to do homework before I was already supposed to be in bed was to take away my privileges, namely the TV. For some unknown reason, they decided to break generations of genetic conditioning for procrastination by docking me hours of TV in the afternoon and weekends for each assignment I started after a certain time of night. There was no getting around it. I had to evolve as much as I didn’t want to. I had to learn to work at a sensible pace and not just do everything at the last minute. It changed everything. My grades got better. I slept like a healthy kid and not a crazy sleep-deprived zombie. I learned to actually plan things….around TV.

That’s healthy, right?

Sesame Street

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Do I really need to tell a story with this one? Do you know a kid who grew up in the US who wasn’t profoundly affected by Sesame Street? I don’t.

I remain convinced that half the reason I ended up living in Brooklyn is because Sesame Street indoctrinated me with a deep-seated need for brownstones and quaint New York borough neighborhoods.

Sex and the City

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Don’t think I’m crazy, but right after Sesame Street, all I can think about is how that other show that basically featured New York City as a character also changed my life. Before Sex and the City, television was benign. The things I saw on TV – short of what censors may have considered “racy” on shows like Married with Children – were comedic, generally half hour, and of the sitcom variety.

We didn’t really have cable until I was well into my teenage years.

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  1. I loved Sesame Street. I can still vividly picture Kermit the Frog in a trenchcoat and hat with an umbrella reporting the “news.” Incidentally, my youngest sister who is 18 cannot stand Sesame Street. She doesn’t see the allure. I’m also a Charlotte (although I don’t think I would have married Trey).

  2. I loved this article! I finished all six seasons of The Wonder Years yesterday and I was feeling so silly about feeling so down and empty now that it’s done and now I come across this! Stories really can be life changing, even in small ways. Now I feel like less of a weirdo lol

  3. You and your horizontal life sound awesome