Some Columbia students may joke that they’re majoring in TV. When nights that should be spent reading Herodotus and Kant devolve into nights watching what happens when seven strangers stop being polite and start getting real, or vampire/human hybrids making love in the bayou, it may seem that we’re devoting more of our time to the study of the small screen than to reading the Great Books. For Columbians, TV is a sinful escape from real work. And unless you watched “Destinos” in ninth grade Spanish, it’s probably been a while since a TV show was assigned for any of your classes.
