- Special Sections
- Public Notices
For the last three months, I've tried to balance feelings of relief and frustration over the Hollywood writers' strike.
I felt relief because the Writers' Guild of America's demands for higher pay gives me hope that writers everywhere could get more appreciation and compensation for their work. I think it makes all of us with a pen feel a little more encouraged that more people see what the world would be like without writers, even if only some of those in the entertainment industry were included. The entertainment industry virtually shut down and writers had the support of those who bring their written words to life - celebrities, who took to the picket lines as well.
I was encouraged when those writers finally reached a contract agreement with production companies in their requests for increased compensation for films and television shows on DVD and the Internet. Then I learned that some of them bring home up to $5 million per year, according to a report published by The New York Times while some earn less than $50,000.
However, the NYT also reported that about 48 percent of the West Coast members of the guild are unemployed. Then came the frustration.
Aside from hearing about the paychecks of writers in the entertainment industry and the jobless rate of others, I am continuously discouraged by what this 100-day strike caused entertainment to become.
I cannot take anymore reality TV.
I cannot sit through another lame housemate fight or competition for a single celebrity to "find love" in some less-than-classy ways.
I want to know about the next medical and relationship dramas on Grey's Anatomy. I want to see the next episodes of Pushing Daisies, Private Practice and Desperate Housewives. I watch television to escape reality, not to become more depressed about how grim reality truly can be. We get enough of that from the news on television.
Unfortunately, I am on reality television overload. The good part is that my exhaustion of "real life" on TV inspired me to turn off the set and get some work done around the house.
Enough of that. I would hate for the new husband to think this is a permanent occurrence.
Now I'm ready for some good old non-reality television. More relief. After 100 days of no new material, no recently-written jokes and no new episodes, a deal has been agreed upon. Now our escape mechanisms from reality can return to the small screen, and I'm looking forward to some new episodes of my favorite shows.
One thing's for sure. When I watch them, I'll give more appreciation and thought to those behind the scenes who provide the plot lines, the laughs and the backgrounds of what I'm watching.