Shark Week

Nothing says “morbid fascination” like Shark Week. I love it as much as the next guy, but I don’t understand why I love it. I mean, how many times can you hear the same story: “I was spear-fishing in shark infested waters, and this great white came out of nowhere and tried to take/succeeded in taking my leg off! Unbelievable! No, I'm not angry at the shark. Why would you ask that?” ?? And how does your everyday shark-attack survivor feel about the fact that I find his experience so entertaining that, while I merely “make it through” the other 51 weeks of the year, this 52^nd week – Shark Week – makes my life worth living? When I am attacked by a shark and the Discovery channel comes knocking, I’m gonna be like “Mind your own business.”