The My Pillow Guy is Insane
At 7:00 pm of every week day, precious decompression begins, when mom and I sit down before the flat screen to watch consecutive episodes of Family Feud, starring comedian Steve Harvey.
My mom and I watch Family Feud because we love the way opposing families compete until one family ultimately triumphs, exploding into paroxysms of joy after securing a twenty thousand-dollar cash prize, a pedestrian amount of money by today’s standards. Of course, it’s not all about the money for the competing families, many of whom earn more than enough money to cover a twenty thousand-dollar purchase.
Two energetic families battle each other in front of an audience of millions, answering questions posed by Mr. Harvey while fending off constraints imposed by time. Each episode only last for thirty minutes, with pressure strengthening its grip over contestants as each minute passes. Family Feud is thrilling and addictive, an effective diversion from what is happening in the real world.
Commercials play during the show’s intermissions. Ambulance chasing lawyers, sketchy mortgage companies, and Medicare subsidiaries attempt to convince susceptible viewers of the need to purchase their products. Mom and I dismiss these transparent attempts at prying our hard earned money from our grasps, labeling these merchants as incorrigible scallywags and thieves.
