Every crevice of my brain is filled with Disney Channel programs, child actors, bouncy pop hooks, and Selena Gomez videos. I feel more sober than I ever have in my life. And yet I can't look away; every sound and image is expertly crafted to compel me to watch and make me want to buy things.
You can't be passionate about life while watching the Disney Channel. Not even if Kevin Jonas is on.
Come back tomorrow. I'll talk about Caravaggio. It will be brilliant. Tonight I'm watching what my daughter wants to watch. I'm drunk on motherhood. It's a different kind of buzz.
My television is held hostage, just like I am .... perhaps my captors will grant me a reprieve for good behavior later this week; I did after all bake brownies.
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