The Emmys are coming up this week, which means we’ll all have the opportunity to hash out which shows we think are the best with friends and family. If you’re anything like me, and you don’t watch Game of Thrones, you probably are feeling just as much of a social pariah as I am right about now as well. Thinking about how many group-viewing sessions I have missed out on because of this is quite impressive – this show has some really dedicated followers! There are full coffee houses that have been rented out to view the next episode of GOT in Copenhagen, which never ceases to astonish me. It’s impressive how much one show can bring people together. Whether it’s with your friends or family, there’s something comforting about gathering to watch your favorite drama or sitcom.
For my family, this would be 60 Minutes.
Yup, that’s right. It’s that show that your old uncle probably watches. It’s been running since 1968 on CBS, and is still running strong. From the age of 7, I can recall watching news pieces about advancements in technology, interviews with famous politicians or celebrities and tensions overseas. It soon became ingrained in me that after Andy Rooney’s segment was finished, I could have Sunday dinner.
When I was in high school, I would get so annoyed with this tradition. My parents always made a point of calling us downstairs, informing us it was time for 60 Minutes. I would moan and groan about how it took too long to watch the whole program through, and that I was always too hungry by the time it was over. I always pretended I had better things to do, like homework (a classic high school excuse). But as I spent more time at college, I began to realize how much I missed such a tradition. I missed taking the time out of my day for just something I did with my family. I missed talking about what Leslie Stahl reported on at dinner, or joking around about something we learned about a beloved politician. For some reason, despite all of my complaining, I missed Andy Rooney.
I wanted to have a tradition like this at school, but didn’t know what to do. Luckily, in the midst of a conversation about how much I love Sophia Bush, I learned I could record real-time television shows online, right in my dorm room. Needless to say, this changed my life.
The girl who I was discussing Sophia Bush with then informed me that she records Chicago PD and watches it on Sunday (and that we should watch it together)! Again, this changed my life.
So, that Sunday, we watched the new Chicago PD in her dorm room, with her laptop up on her desk for an optimal viewing position. And the Sunday after that, the next one. This then became our new tradition.
This is when I learned that family traditions don’t have to stop at your family’s front door. You can bring them with you, change them, alter them and make new ones. It doesn’t have to be in your family’s kitchen where you have your favorite dish for your birthday –it may turn into a tradition you start with your new family at Villanova, eating it your friend’s apartment. I didn’t have the comfort of my own family room, but I was able to create that tradition with a friend I now consider family, in a dorm room in Sheehan.