May 3 , 2001

Dear tiny dog,

It has been rumored that some sappy women's drama is your favorite TV show. What happened to your glorious admiration for the "X Files". I choose to ignore the tedious rumors that this sappy drama might be canceled due to the fact that it's the one show no one is watching, and therefore might be in its final season. The X Files, on the other hand, IS in its final season, therefore, never to be heard from again!

I too, find myself in the same type of household as Mr. Kaufman, author of "Once and Again" is once too often: The show stinks. The wife loves it. Trouble at home." His quote, "Wednesday nights are hard around our place" hit the nail right on the head for me. Now, my significant other and I don't do battle over what to watch, but WHY we watch. He is beholden to Deep Space Nine, which is another show facing its own demise. So I get so wrapped up in concern regarding his grief over the pending doom of his favorite show, that I forget to watch "Once and Again." And now, I have missed the final episode.

Hopefully such drastic measures will not have to be taken this evening, as I anticipate watching the final "Survivor" episode with that same S.O.

What's a woman to do?

Signed,

aka Banan

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Dear Ban,

A woman is only to do one thing: keep watching the show! (And borrow the final episode tape from moi.) It is vainly that those of us who may allegedly be hooked on a certain "woman's program" attempt to convince our male counterparts of its value. Only the delightfully long-winded, sarcastic recap writers of Mighty Big TV appear to understand. Men seem to stop at the observation that Sela Ward is nice to look at, and seem unable to delve further into the muddled and tearful, yet thoughtfully written and tastefully lighted shenanigans of the show. Their loss, ladies.

We can only ardently hope that the foolhardy network executives at ABC do not trash this exemplary program in favor of another reality TV gagfest involving skankily dressed and conniving contestants grappling in contrived contests for a cash prize and, later, a temporary slot on Hollywood Squares.

As for the X Files, I turned my back on the program in the realm of the third season, when the ego of David Duchovny began to glow more eerily than any fetal alien suspended in formaldehyde could ever hope to do.

signed,

tiny dog

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