We all need to unplug sometimes.
For me, that usually means five nights in a tent in Maine in August, with my family, way too many mosquitoes, and absolutely no moving pictures. Between the sixth and seventh episodes of “Game of Thrones” that bracketed our recent vacation, I watched not a single minute of TV, ignoring the shows I’d at some point downloaded to my iPad in favor of kayaking, hiking, biking and reading.
I told myself I was escaping the often intellectually challenging entertainment that also happens to be my work. But when I got back, my DVR told a different story: I’d been on the loose for weeks. How else to explain that, beyond “Game of Thrones” — recorded so I could double-check details for my weekly reviews — the shows I’d been recording and usually watching within a day or two were BET’s “Being Mary Jane,” Freeform’s “The Bold Type,” TV Land’s “Younger,” and Bravo’s “Girlfriend’s Guide to Divorce?”
It was as though the equivalent of a “Sex and the City” marathon had taken control of my brain, even as episodes of Showtime’s “Twin Peaks” piled up, unwatched and unanalyzed.
And I couldn’t have been happier.
Because if there’s one thing I’d thought I’d lost in the 500-show universe of year-round TV, it’s the sense of TV as something that’s sometimes just meant to be fun, and of summer TV, in particular, as programming not meant to overtax the brain.