It was an act of self-sacrifice born from a need for social inclusion.
At least in the beginning it was.
"We have to watch American Idol" Wendy rather resignedly informed me as last season began.
Turns out at her office, keeping up with that series is essential to the lunchroom conversation experience. (I don't have lunchroom conversation at my place of employ and envy lunch at Wendy's office. They gather in the conference room at the same time to eat and gossip and bond. They even share condiments!)
So we watched. Faithfully. We adored La Toya, enjoyed Diana, endured Fantasia and detested Camile.
The one thing we did not do was vote. I mean folks, really. Even I have a line. More than one even. I'll only be a sheep to a point. Complexico superiorial. Totally.
Fast forward to this season. Last season we only had to block out one hour on two weekday nights. This season has changed. This season it is on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday for several weeks.
Think about that just for a second. Three consecutive weeknights we have to be home in front of the television set for an hour.
And oh, we will be there.
It has become an odd irresistible compulsion.