This is no secret. I watch Hoarders religiously. I will be out with friends on a Tuesday and as they are talking about something really profound, I’m thinking, man I’ve got to get back home. It’s Hoarders night.
I made it into a ritual. I’d put out some snacks, a soda or four and get to it. Now, the only person I’d watch this was my roommate, Jens. Watching it with him made it worth it. Jens, my roommate, is Deaf. When they’d show a dead cat or pile of poop, his facial expressions are classic. I would rewatch episodes just to get his reaction.
Now I had one rule: during the commercials, I’d clean the house. In those 5 minute spurts, I’d declutter the kitchen, take out the trash, throw away crap I didn’t need in a rapid flurry. Then I’d hear the music and get back to it.
People ask, Ryan….Hoarders? Aren’t you like a media snob? I don’t know— I just loved watching people change and grow (spoiler: some do not). They have a therapist, a social worker, an organizer, and a cleaner as part of the team.