Because I have a very sedentary job even by sedentary job standards.

I like to do squats in my chair. I will just lift myself up. I think you know people at home want to do this.

I literally like to like just every once in a while this like yogic squat is very good. Milassena I think they call it.

It's just like really good for your legs every hour or something like that.

Hi, I'm James Pano-Wazic and I'm a TV critic for The New York Times.

You know other than the fear of death and social collapse and economic catastrophe, you know the day to day of my life has not really changed that much.

I mean I always worked from home. This thing that you know everybody is dealing with now of you know how do I keep myself from going insane if I don't go outside.

That's been my life for years. You know overall kind of stay at home TV critics now. You know welcome to my world America.

Particularly as a TV critic. I'm very attuned to the fact that there is a lot of language of shame that is built around our consumption of TV right.

People who watch TV are couch potatoes and there might be a feeling that if you're quarantined inside and watching six episodes of something on Netflix that you're doing something shameful and unproductive.

And I am here to tell you as professional TV watcher that you should not feel ashamed.

Consuming entertainment, experiencing good or even brilliantly dumb art is a form of self care.

It is something salutary that you are doing for your brain to help your brain deal with the often painful process of living in the world in this really crazy time.

Art, whether it is a marble statue or a network sitcom is human beings trying to express something that they can't express in literal language and how to process all of the overwhelming things that humans have to deal with.

Honestly, that was probably a big aspect of my childhood. I think my parents and I often communicated with each other more through the shows we were watching at the same time than through things that we directly said to each other.

I remember watching MASH during the afternoon in the early evening when it would rerun with my dad.

My dad drove a beer and liquor delivery truck. He was a teamster which was a very physically punishing job like he destroyed his back and his knees.

When he would come home, he would, for some reason, this felt good to him with lie down on the living room floor in front of the TV.

My memory of watching MASH is me on the living room couch and my dad in front of me, maybe propped up on one arm on the floor watching TV at my feet.

My dad was not of the generation where you purposely do things to bond with your children. But it was something that we did.

How do you take it?

Are you kidding? My palms are sweating off. I'm afraid to tell them.

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