Art Imitating Life?

My husband and I are mini-series junkies. That being said, we were both pumped to see "The Kennedys" advertised. Husband set to business DVRing all of the episodes and then we waited until we had uninterrupted time to watch . . . so, yes, that means we didn't watch the first episode until last night. What horrible, over-the-top, ridiculous, engaging schmuck it is! Like a train wreck--I couldn't quit watching, while all along I knew that the disturbing scenes before my eyes were in no way going to improve me or my life. Oh, what glorious, awful fun. My mind kept rolling all day through scenes of Jackie and Jack, Jack and Bobby, and Joe and the clan . . . funny how I already know the story, but got such a fix watching it play-out. Which brought me to my next thought--what would it be like if someone made a movie of all of the REAL parts of life? The parts where someone is grocery shopping, someone else is mowing the lawn, one child forgets homework in his backpack, the other one is mad because he can't have his turn on the Wii . . .because most movies, tv shows, and fiction show us the moments of highest intensity so that somehow we come to believe that our lives should be filled with those moments, instead of understanding that our live are actually supposed to be filled with emptying the garbage, returning phone calls, wondering what is for dinner, and forgetting to take the black sweater out of the dryer. Not that the Kennedys aren't real, but I'm just sayin'.