Pregnant 16-year-old girls, stuck up, plastic, blonde housewives, and washed up musicians trying to find love over and over and over again are the types of things that we are forced to watch on television nowadays.
Back in the “good ol’ day”— before myself and others of my generation were even a thought — shows like “The Andy Griffith Show,” “Leave it to Beaver,” and even “The Brady Bunch” were broadcast onto television screens, color and black and white, all across America.
All we seem to have now are shows that teach us to drink till we are belligerent, have sex with anything that isn’t a grenade or a land mine, and how to get matched up with a millionaire who, more than likely, will never love you more than his bags of cash.
Basically, the younger generations — anyone age 30 and under — doesn’t know the definition of “family values” or what they even consist of. In all honesty, parents nowadays work too much and are unable to teach such values to us. So we are only left with the option of learning things for ourselves by what we see on television.
Monkey see, monkey do.
However, there is something to be said about sitting down together and having a home-cooked family meal. Instead, we are getting in our cars, and driving to the closest fast food joint, because they advertised a new type of craze on, wait for it, the television.
Then when we get back to our homes, we grab whatever it is we’ve ordered and scatter across the house to occupy one of the many televisions and watch one of these so-called reality shows.
Wouldn’t it be nice to go back to those days where Andy and Opie went out fishing for the day and then came home to have Aunt Bee cook the catch of the day? Then sit down at the kitchen table and have a family meal that consisted of nothing but the conversations of, “How was your day?” Then go and hit the front porch for a little quality time to learn about those old family values, instead of engulfing ourselves in whatever trash television has to offer.