If you want to watch tv don't come to my house. Mine broke. This is a throwback from 2010 when Ian and I were roommates. We were in college and working as low paid corporate pilots. During dinner one evening we were talking about the things we valued in life. We highly valued both productivity and great experiences. Looking across the room at our TV, we realized that it had never provided us with either of those things, yet it cost $100 per month to keep around. A decision was quickly made - it had to go.