I admit it. I have a TV in my bedroom. Some people think it’s gross and are categorically against it, but I absolutely love it. Is it the mark of a sloth? Perhaps. Does it mean that I never read? Not at all, in fact I am an avid reader.
Aside from the implications of laziness, what is really all that wrong with having a TV in your bedroom? We live in Canada, where the winters are long, dark and grey, and having a TV in my bedroom means cozy cocooning when the weather is just too atrocious to brave. I also enjoy cuddling while watching Saturday morning cartoons with my daughter, and if I’m home alone, the comforting flicker of the old tube keeps my mind off weird noses if I’m having trouble sleeping.
So I say OK to the TV in the bedroom, how about you?