"I Can Beat a Tornado!" + Other Lies From TV
TV is a ruthless beast.
It's basically ruined my life. And I'm not just referring to flattening my ass and removing any trace of a college education.
It's ruined my life by infiltrating my mind. It's forced me to believe that I'm capable of things no human is capable of. I'd sue, but who has time for that? Instead, I've compiled a list of lies. Ugh, so passive aggressive.
"I can beat a tornado!"
Perpetrator: Storm Chasers
Full disclosure: I've never witnessed a full episode. But as a former Discovery Channel Store employee, I've absorbed my share of promo clips with Australian guys in and around wind. That must count for something.
These clips create quite the idyllic storm world. No injuries. No tornadoes touching down within a 5 mile radius. Just funnel clouds sparkling somewhere off in the distance, likely as part of a child's science fair project.
Plus, the notion of storm chasing terrifies most non coma patients, painting me as quite the rebellious gangster. Sure, I can handle a future of spitting, "READY YOUR CAMERA, LADS! SHE'S COMING!" to a crew of ex-Marines.
What the weatherman said: "Tornado warning across the greater Boston area. Stay tuned throughout the day for further updates."
What I heard: "THE SHE-DEVIL'S A BREWIN'! GATHER YOUR BUG OUT BAGS! KISS YOUR FAMILY GOODBYE! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO SEE TOMORROW."
I cowered under the covers all day. In my bedroom on the third floor. So not only did I fail to employ survival protocol 101 and seek shelter in a basement, I chose a hideout 30 feet in the air. Literally the least safe place possible.
If I'd bothered to open my blinds (fabric: a true protection against hellion winds), I'd have witnessed the 2016 version of Seurat's Sunday afternoon painting. Instead I emotionally channeled the guy in 127 Hours.
I blame my failed Storm Chasers destiny on those clips. They conveniently ended before the stars drove into a fucking tornado and still considered their biggest problem, "I should probably roll my window up, huh?"
"I can totally run in heels!"
Perpetrator: Every cop show
Practical flats: out. Mile high heels: in forever! I mean, I guess. That's what TV Cop tells me.
If I were a professional criminal hunter, stilettos would be the last things I'd consider. They'd pay rent from the back of my closet, collecting dust alongside my prom dress and laundry from vacation 3 weeks ago.
And yet... TV Cop owns 50 pairs, easily, that only enhance her efficiency. She scales fences and swan dives onto bad guys, and forget so much as teetering after firing a gun. (Come on. Tell me she tips over like a cow at least once in a while.) Heels must be the superhero capes for us peasants.
Naturally I too can run a marathon in 5 inch Jimmy Choos. Osmosis, people! It's on our side!
What's the big deal with heels anyway? You're just taller.
You're not just taller.
Here's real life: grunting, lurching, and tripping over blades of grass. Hello, Hunchback of Notre Dame? Do I have a match for you!
"I can dry swallow pills!"
Dr. Gregory House dry swallows pills like no one's business. Yeah... he's a drug addict. But whatever. Minor detail.
The dude hobbles down the corridor, screws his face into an expression of, "fuck it, what's a dead liver to the mix" and boom. Pops the cap off of his Vicodin and throws a handful down his gullet. No water or anything. Then continues about his crankiness as if he isn't slowly choking to death.
He's every girl's dream.
I drop several Ibuprofens onto my tongue. Wink at the faucet like a judge sentencing a pretty boy to prison and then... walk away. House survives without water, so can I! It's just another way for society to tie me down.
Not 5 minutes later -- a tumor materializes in my throat, rapidly and methodically constricting my airway. My pupils dilate; sweat floods from every orifice. Is my left arm numb? Of course not, idiot. This is so much worse than a heart attack.
Screw you, Dr. House.
Screw you, all of TV. I can't handle life anymore.