For my dad’s birthday, my sister and I purchased tickets to NBC’s “Last Comic Standing” live tour at State Theatre Center for the Arts in Easton featuring the top five comedian finalists.

I feel absolutely compelled to express my disgust with some of today’s television programming. Let me begin by stating that while growing up I was never allowed to have a TV in my bedroom. I still, to this day, don’t have a TV in my bedroom and most likely will not have one in the bedroom should I one-day marry.

I know it was a 3 p.m. ritual for me back in high school; race from the bus through the neighbors’ backyards to get home so I could plant myself in front of the TV in time for General Hospital. It was the height of the Luke and Laura saga and I couldn’t miss a minute. My mom watched with me. My friends watched with their moms. This was emotional, moving drama at its sappy best. We kept tissues at the ready.

First it was my radio, boom box, and then my Walkman. I have, over the course of the last several years, shed all my audio toys for iTunes downloads and a device I clip to my shirt that is so small I just know I am going to loose it. Now it looks like my precious TV is the next to go. Oh no!