Step 1: “I’m paying $100 a month for cable. Netflix costs $8 a month, Amazon Prime $75 a year. WTH?”
Step 2: “Is it really worth $100 a month to watch football and 24-hour news?”
Step 3: “Hold up, digital rabbit ears are a thing?”
via Breitbart, noting the death-spiral of cable. Huzzah.
Or, as I noted when I underwent this process myself two years ago:
Mostly, I’m tired of paying through the nose for channels I never ever watch. The History Channel might be worth my time if I was an illiterate who needed everything explained to me real slow and then repeated. The Learning Channel has taught me nothing except that some women don’t realize when they’re heavy with child, but you can be a raging, soul-sucking, child-pimping, social climbing psycho hose beast control freak for eight seasons and the whole world will forgive you if your ex-husband puts on an Ed Hardy T-Shirt.
The pleasure are just not enough anymore. The Soup is not enough; reruns of How I Met Your Mother are not enough. Mad Men and Breaking Bad are not enough.
I’m a bit behind schedule, but I’ve finally watched all of Breaking Bad as it is.
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Where else is there to go? They have us hanging by our heals.
I cut the cord two years ago. Netflix, Amazon and Hulu provide me with everything I could want. If I really need to watch the news or a football game, I have digital rabbit ears in the basement for local channels. I haven’t missed it and am never going back.