Tele-exhibitionism

From my front porch I can see into the living room across the street. I can see that they have an 80” flatscreen. If you didn’t know about this giant TV, you’d think there was a naked woman walking around in plain sight. I don’t know what would be more embarrassing, being seen naked or airing my taste in porn to the neighborhood. It’s the televisual equivalent of blasting music with the windows down.

So if the windows are the eyes of the house, and the eyes are the window to the soul, and if you look into the soul of a house through its eyes and find a man pouring wax onto a pair of fake breasts, what are you supposed to think?

Would it be weird to watch this person watch regular TV, like sitcoms and news, and would it be more telling? I don’t think it makes a difference. I think the question is what’s more lonely: the TV-watching itself or that this person wants his TV-watching to be watched?