My husband, for some reason is notorious for walking in on me… watching the most embarrassing part of whatever it is I’m watching.
For example, super awkward sex scene in Girls (the first really awkward one, you know, the one you just want to die during when she won’t shut up?), he’ll come in with the groceries. “What ya watchin’?” I have to explain that it is not the worst porn ever made.
Or while I’m watching Luther during the really really bad, so bad it’s absurd, cop shop talk (Season 1) or the most deranged laughable “unrealistic gimmicky” murders ever (Season 2).
Or I’ll be laughing maniacally at Chatty Man, and he wants to know what I’m watching. “I stumbled into some weird vortex from Oh No They Didn’t about Paraolympians and it all went down hill from there,” I plead. I watch an entire episode of Chatty Man this morning. Damn.
Just now while I was doing my hair in my room, he comes in, “What ya watchin’?” Just cuddled up with my computer and watching this super cool thing…
Slovenian vocal/a cappella group Perpetuum Jazzile. I probably watched at least 10 of these songs cause I like how they can’t pronounce v’s and w’s. (And I like white people’s dancing and enthusiasm.)
This is my other favourite, their version of Rosanna.
No wonder we cancelled cable. I’m starting to question my own taste in shows.