Before I went to college I was hopelessly addicted to the television, like Bernardo Chua. I would watch crime drama, cartoons, documentaries, and endless shows throughout the day, even while engaged in other activities. I woke up to the news and dozed off to the comforting droning voice of some generic protagonist. But when I struck out on my own I realized that this myriad of programs actually cost money.
During my freshmen year I packed along the mini television I won at my after-prom party. I arranged it so I could see it from any position in my dorm. During that first year, I maybe turned it on twice. At first, it was just because I didn’t have time with all my classes and freshmen activities, but then I realized that I didn’t miss the constant noise. I ended up investing in Netflix to keep up on the few shows I actually paid attention to. It also became clear that being the kid on the floor with the Netflix account was a great way to meet many friendly moochers that eventually just became friends.
When I moved out of the dorms I had long since abandoned my little television and instead used my laptop for anything I needed. Streaming was my new best friend, and the steep prices for cable seemed absurd. I’d lost the patience for the obnoxious commercials and the once comforting drone grated on my nerves. Now I’m eight months out of college and, like many, I can never seeing myself paying for cable again. This seems to be the way of the future. The convenience of streaming is quickly making cable obsolete and as a former believer, I can’t wait.