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TLC, once the “Learning Channel,” is now a bastion of bizarre reality shows: My Strange Addiction, Naked and Afraid, (Animal/Alligator/Etc) Hoarders, etc.

How did they get there? What lead them to this place? Let’s take a walk down memory lane and see some of the titles which were considered, but later rejected, for some of their biggest hits:

Little People, Big Ego (Am I right?) But because that likely wouldn’t play in Poughkeepsie, they went with the more accessible (but banal) Little People, Big World. You be the judge.

Infinity Kids and Counting (Because they just keep coming). They of course settled on X Kids and Counting. And, yes, she delivered every one.

Jon and Kate Plus Hate (With a side of crazy). They settled on the more factual, but less zingy, Jon and Kate Plus E8ight. Somehow, yes, they thought the viewing audience needed the digit in addition to the word to know just how many kids we’re talking about here. Go figure.

My One Wife and Four Concubines (‘Cause he’s only married to the first one. D’oh). American test audiences just weren’t quite sure what a “concubine” was–so they went with My Five Wives. They’re polygamist and proud. And also crazy. Because, um, hello? PMS x 5? Based upon anecdote and experience, it seems that when ladies spend extended periods of time together their cycles get synchronized. Or in Brady Williams’s case, the one week every month where he just wants to die. You do the math.

What rejected TLC show titles have you heard of? Share below.

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When my wife and I married a little over twenty years ago, I didn’t want a T.V. I lost that battle. And in the spirit of “if you can’t beat them, join them,” I championed the idea of getting one for the bedroom. I admitted defeat. Sometimes I wonder if this was indeed the right decision, i.e., having a T.V. in our bedroom, but as she’s told me, it does indeed help my wife sleep. And I’ve observed it innumerable times, enough to know that it’s empirically so: something about that magic box, something about its sonorous rhythms, does indeed have a soporific effect on her.

In this, I envy her. Perhaps it’s because my brain is wired differently, or because I’m just different, but that magic box has an entirely different effect on me: I wake up, I engage, I need to know where the story goes. And thus it is that a man who knows better, a man with sleep apnea, stays up watching beyond all hours of common sense. Brothers and sisters this ought not to be, but it is. It is.

My latest addiction? ABC’s Castle, streamed from the Internet. This show has it: cast, chemistry, dialogue–truly crackerjack writing–and intriguing mysteries. What used to be termed a “corking good yarn.” Were she alive, I’m sure the late Dorothy Sayers would approve.

Therein lies the rub: I’m only a man, finite of resources, and something’s got to give somewhere. I’ve no doubt that my late night habits have had a detrimental impact on: my family, my work performance, this blog, my friendships… I need look no further than my son recently serving detention at school–because of tardies I caused–to know this is so.

Dear family, friends, readers, God: please forgive me. As with other matters I’ve previously committed to prose, I know by putting this down here I open myself to accountability–to myself, and others. I look forward to it. (And yes, my wife reads my ramblings. I wouldn’t have it any other way).

How about you? Is there anything you do that you know you shouldn’t? Any guilty pleasures you care to divulge? Let’s join one another in prayer, shall we?