Having TiVo can be more of a curse than a blessing. It’s not like there’s a ton of TV shows Kendall and I watch regularly. We’ve never seen a single episode of quality shows such as “NYPD Blue,” “West Wing,” “Law and Order,” or “Judging Amy,” And yet we’re constantly running out of space on our TiVo recorder. Kendall blames me. There are certain things I can’t bring myself to delete from our list of recorded shows. I may need to frequently watch Carrie Fisher’s brilliant and bizarre interviews with her parents Debbie Reynolds and Eddie Fisher. I’m waiting for a few hours to kill so I can catch the show where Meryl Streep got her lifetime achievement award. And please don’t make me delete the PBS series on Auschwitz—I want to view it next Friday on the 60th anniversary of the liberation. Kendall doesn't mind these lingering recordings, but she does resent my "Season Pass" for one show that's eating up a good chunk of our TiVo allotment—“Oprah.”
Now before you or our governor start calling me a “girly-man,” let me say that I don’t actually watch most episodes of Oprah Winfrey’s daily show. I have no interest in learning how to look 10 years younger in 10 days, hearing an exclusive interview with “convicted felon Tracey Gold,” going on Oprah’s Wildest Dreams Bus Tour, or learning why Scott Peterson’s sister knew he was guilty. I especially can’t stand those “Oprah’s Favorite Things” episodes when the studio audience goes into a cult-like frenzy in which they’re practically writhing on the floor and speaking in tongues because Oprah told them they'll be getting a free subscription to “O Magazine” and an iPod Shuffle. But if I didn’t tape "Oprah" I would've missed some riveting television such as the recent interview with Priscilla and Lisa Marie Presley (their first joint interview)) and last Friday’s first interview ever with the governor’s wife and mother-in-law: Maria and Eunice Kennedy Shriver.
I really love these two women but oh my God—by the end of the show I felt like the worst parent on the planet, the most ungrateful son, and the most unsupportive spouse. Those Shrivers are unbelievable. Imagine growing up with the man who started the Peace Corps and Head Start and the woman who founded the Special Olympics. Everything they did was about public service. At the nightly dinner table the Shrivers talked about how to make the world a better place. Their guests would always have to answer Sargent Shriver’s favorite question: “What are you going to do to make a difference?” Compare this with the dinner discussions at my house growing up, which ranged from an detailed recounting of that day’s “I Love Lucy” rerun to a vicious fight about whether most Jews say “ketchup” or “catsup.” All around their house the Shrivers hung pictures of starving children in Africa, disabled kids, and children living in institutions so that they could discuss how their work was affecting people’s lives and brainstorm what else they could do to make an impact. Every Thursday night Eunice would plop down a piggy bank in the center of the dining room table and serve her large brood cereal for dinner so they could donate what they would have spent on food that night to the poor. Although they were richer than Midas, their lives were never about “things,” only ideas. Oh crap, what am I doing? Instead of sick and underprivileged children, my walls are covered with pictures of Mickey Rooney and Ann Rutherford. What is that teaching Leah? How tough it was to be a contract player at MGM? Maybe we can eat cereal one night and donate the money we save to the Zsa Zsa Gabor Defense Fund? We’re doomed. Is it too late to apply to be a foster child in the Shriver home?
Not that I wouldn’t crumble under the weight of some of their high ideals and expectations. Even Oprah said that when she first used to go to dinner at the Shrivers’ house she would hide in the closet when she heard Sargent questioning their guests about how they were going to change the world. On a recent visit to her parents, Maria said her father asked her what she was working on. “I’m promoting my book that was just published,” she replied. “No, that’s in the past, what are you going to do next?” Oy, Sargent, can the woman please have a few weeks to rest on her laurels? Hell, I’m still trying to rest on the laurels of my sixth grade science fair project!
Some of the Shrivers’ claims defy credulity. Maria and Eunice told Oprah that they have never, ever, had a single fight. NOT EVER! Leah and I had three fights in the hour before she went to bed tonight. Eunice then said how important it is for family members to eat dinner together every night. I agree with that but she then said, “when I was growing up, I never saw my father go out to dinner in a restaurant once in our whole life.” Um, Eunice, forgive me, but does Gloria Swanson’s dressing room count as a restaurant if the butler serves them caviar and champagne in candlelight?
Things aren’t any more laid back in the Shriver-Schwarzenegger home. Maria said that she is the disciplinarian with their kids about going to church, having good manners, and doing homework, but that Arnold is insanely strict when it comes to keeping the house clean, turning the lights off, and doing laundry. “He will call me from the capitol and ask, ‘Have they done the laundry?’” Maria told Oprah. “I go, ‘Arnold, you're running a state. Don't worry about the laundry!’” Even worse, if the kids leave clothes on the floor, Arnold will scoop up the garment and throw it into the fire. Other items he finds out of place he’ll just hide around the house and never return. One of their daughters, Christina Schwarzenegger, was in the audience and said, “If you open up a cabinet, behind pots and pans, you'll find, like, a pair of shoes or something.” I told Leah about this tonight as I was stepping over piles of shoes and clothing at the foot of her bed. “You’re lucky our fireplaces aren’t working right now,” I threatened. “Pick up this room tomorrow or these pants are going under the broiler!”
I truly do admire the Shrivers, I hope it doesn’t sound like I’m making fun of them. They are amazing Americans and represent everything good that this country is about. But maybe I’ll rescind my request to become one of their foster children, I don’t think I have it in me. Let’s face it, I can’t be a Shriver. I can’t be a Kennedy. And God knows with my body fat index and political leanings, I certainly can’t be a Schwarzenegger. Leah is doomed to a life where Andy Hardy is a more prominent figure than Kofi Annan. And our dinnertime conversations will probably not focus on famine in the Third World any time soon—that is, unless someone writes a Broadway musical about it.
Danny, I wouldn't feel too bad about not spending your every waking moment trying to make everyone else's problems your own problems. It would be a great world if everyone's family had that luxury (and inherent altruism), but most of us have to live with families where making the world a better place means making sure that you're eating. I guess the *ideal* American Dream is to be like the Shrivers/Kennedys -- work hard, make money, and give back. That kind of attitude is something to be looked up to, and I guess we can use it to do our own part, in whatever little ways we can.
I can't wait until I make it...
Posted by: The Retropolitan | April 11, 2005 at 07:05 AM
The Shrivers were so rich that all their needs, every one of them, were met. When a baby is born their life is already set for them unless they screw up in a big way (Noelle Bush?). I would guess in a family like this there is nothing to do. Landing a great job is no achievement; your father knows everybody and your uncles are all in the Congress. So they discuss changing the world? They have to. Like the man said in The Shawshank Redemption: In prison, a man will do anything to keep his mind occupied.
Posted by: nappy40 | April 11, 2005 at 11:07 AM
Eww-of course jews say ketchup.
Posted by: your sister | April 11, 2005 at 01:33 PM
And furthermore, does anyone say catsup, anywhere, ever?
Posted by: Ellen | April 11, 2005 at 02:29 PM
Sad that I know this, but there are a bunch of websites (and blogs) that have taken up the ketchup vs. catsup debate. Below is a blurb from a site called "Culinary Sleuth" that looks reputable. My apologies to the Shriver family who probably never had a bottle of ketchup OR catsup on their table!
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When Heinz introduced commercial ketchup to American kitchens it became so popular that other manufacturers rushed to catch-up to the ketchup craze. Soon there were Ketchup, Catsup, Catchup, Katsup, Catsip, Cotsup, Kotchup, Kitsip, Catsoup, Katshoup, Katsock, Cackchop, Cornchop, Cotpock, Kotpock, Kutpuck, Kutchpuck and Cutchpuck. All were tomato based and bottled and vied to become a household word. Only 3 major brands remained to steal the spotlight...Heinz Ketchup, Del Monte Catsup, and Hunts, who could not decide on a spelling and bottled under the names Hunts Catsup (east of the Mississippi), Hunts Ketchup (west of the Mississippi), and Hunts Tomato Cornchops (in Iowa only). In the 1980's ketchup was declared a vegetable by the government for school lunch menus. Suddenly Del Monte's Catsup, because of its spelling, was not on the approved list. Shortly afterward Del Monte changed the product's name to Del Monte Ketchup. So ketchup it is.
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P.S. It all started with "Ke-tsiap," a spicy pickled-fish condiment popular in 17th-century China. Tomatoes didn't get in there until the 1700s when all traces of fish were mercifully removed. Oy, I need to disable my Internet connection.
Posted by: Danny | April 11, 2005 at 02:52 PM
By the way, in defense of the Shrivers, I know lots of super rich families that find PLENTY of things to do other than saving the world! I agree that having your monetary needs met can provide options that some others may not have but I sure give the Shrivers and Kennedys lots of credit for their commitment to public service and the good that they've done when they could have just been focused on acquiring more money and "stuff" for themselves. Can you imagine how many lives have been changed because of organizations like the Peace Corps, Head Start, and the Special Olympics?
Posted by: Danny | April 12, 2005 at 11:03 AM
Yes, I think you are right about that. I saw a similar interview by the way and was extremely impressed with that family and how they care about the world. I watched it the day before I went for a job interview myself. Maria Shriver told how her father always told her: "Just remember, when you walk into a room, people there are lucky to have you." It made a big impression on me. When I feel out of confidence before an interview or presentation I think about those words.
By the way, I did extremely well at the job interview the next day (got the job!) and I think it was hearing and feeling Maria's father's words that made the difference for me.
So, they've helped me too!
Posted by: Tamar | April 12, 2005 at 02:28 PM
I didn't mean that remark about saving the world to be an insult. The Kennedys have already acquired all the "stuff." I've seen interviews with Maria too and it seems to me that their family was focused on education and building the children's character. The commitment to public service probably flowed from that.
Posted by: nappy40 | April 13, 2005 at 07:38 AM
Hey I always wonder what it would be like being one of Sargent and Eunice's Children They are both my rolemodels
Heather
Posted by: Heather Lawford | August 18, 2005 at 09:34 AM