Dooce, easily the best ‘domestic writing’ among the writers whose feeds this nesting-happy yuppie reads, bridges the gap between my own gratuitously cerebral ass and her limbic take:
[…] and you can’t wait to get back home so you can read the new research on intracerebral aneurysms because THAT IS WHAT GETS YOU HOT. I‘m not saying that there’s anything wrong with that, but normal people? Normal people want a bag of Doritos and a ball rub and they’ll roll over satisfied.My time would be better spent reading literature, but this is so much more fun
Although, upon reflection, I empathised strongly with her take as well. I’m a total sucker for shows like that, and I have a hard time avoiding emotionally identifiying with even the most crudely drawn character. I have also pined desperately for a chance to read, for example, corticolimbic mechanisms in emotional decisions rather than continue at the social gathering I am in.