TV Critic: Why I Love My Old TV

What kind of TV does the Boston Globe TV critic have? “My TV is the size of a large throw pillow, and it’s as fat as last year’s Kirstie Alley. It protrudes from both the front and the back of its wooden table, and it refuses to blend in with the pictures on the walls. With a pair of chintzy, trebly stereo speakers popping like dormers from its plastic sides, my TV takes an equal-opportunity approach to the aural experience. That means it makes a Steven Spielberg or Ridley Scott movie sound as magical as, say, Brookline Access Television. For the record, I dug out my elusive tape measure and learned that my TV screen is but a mere 20 inches.”