You can't unwind by watching TV, Netflix during the Israel-Hamas War - comment

In the best of times, Israel is not the world’s most relaxing country. 

The pace is frenetic, the people are intense, the place is crowded, the volume is loud, and the geopolitical atmosphere is supercharged. 

That is in the best of times. Now, however, we are far from the best of times.

So in today’s Israel – with Hamas holding hostages in Gaza, a significant part of the population evacuated from their homes, families of tens of thousands of soldiers and reservists dreading a knock on the door, and enemies gunning at us from seven different fronts, it is even more difficult to unwind.

Some might argue that it is precisely because of all the above that it is necessary to relax, tune out, detach, and get one’s mind off the news. 

But even if one manages to do so, even if one finds a pastoral place on a sunny day to rest for a few minutes and watch the cows graze, it is difficult not to feel guilty. 

Is it right to try to relax or seek out mind-diverting entertainment when hostages are being held, when one has children fighting in Gaza, and when so many people all around are suffering and feeling unbearable pain, frustration, and anger?

Rather, goes the banter in one’s brain, this is the time to force yourself to listen to all those stories of courage and tragedy on the airwaves: the tales of October 7 heroism, the eulogies of the bereaved, the pleas of the hostages’ families. 

What right do we have to tune out any of that or switch channels? By doing so, are we not being callous? Don’t we owe it to the fallen to listen to brief memorial narratives of their lives?

Yes, we do owe them that. Except that if there is no escape or outlet for getting the mind off all the bad and sad news, you can simply go mad. 

There is only so much sorrow anyone can expose themselves to without unraveling. For sanity’s sake, it is important to be able, at least for a little bit, to unplug and unwind, to put the news – and the personal worry it brings into your home – to the side, if only temporarily.

Escapism via television isn't possible in Israel now

WATCHING TELEVISION is one way to do this. Television is the ultimate escapist tool... at least it can be. But not necessarily in Israel.

Were I in charge of programming for any of the major networks in this country, I would program light, carefree fare. Nights would be full of reruns of The Flintstones, Seinfeld, and The Love Boat. Nothing violent, nothing tense, nothing troubling, nothing heavy. There is enough of that in real life to go around. 

I’d also cut down on the news and commentary shows. Do the people of Israel really need to be exposed solely to news and commentary about war and politics from 5 p.m. to 10 p.m.? Don’t we deserve a break?

As if all that weren’t enough, KAN 11 has a heavily promoted treat: a documentary series called Enemies.

That’s right, Enemies. If the news doesn’t depress you enough, if you haven’t got your fill of Israel- and Jew-haters during the day, stay tuned after the nightly news for a special one-hour comprehensive examination of those who want to destroy you.

Season Three, which started shortly after October 7, has so far featured an in-depth look at these villains: Iranian Supreme Leader Ali Khamenei; Hezbollah head Hassan Nasrallah; Palestinian Islamic Jihad Fathi Shaqaqi; Syrian President Bashar Assad; Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine leader George Habash; and Fatah terrorist Marwan Barghouti.

What fun. You go from worrying about Yahya Sinwar and Mohammed Deif during the day to delving into the minds of Khamenei and Shaqaqi at night. All to the accompaniment of foreboding, Hitchcock-like music. Then, off to bed you go. Pleasant dreams. 

Since October 7, my dreams – as surely as those of millions of my compatriots – have been anything but pleasant. Being exposed to so much bad news so often naturally seeps into the subconscious, which then comes out in dreams. I dream about something related to the war in Gaza almost every night. The only upside of watching Enemies is that it can expand my nightmare’s cast of characters.

LET’S SAY, however, that one night you just don’t want to curl up on your couch and listen to a madman preach about Israel’s destruction. Let’s say you want to watch something light, even happy. Well, if you have a Netflix subscription, you can go there looking for escapism. The problem is that there, too, the fare is heavy on tension, crime, violence, and blood.

Are you concerned about the soldiers in Gaza? No worries. Take your mind off them by tuning in to a show about murder in Chicago.

I’m not the overly delicate or squeamish type, yet I rarely finish watching a show these days. The Wife will recommend a highly acclaimed show or movie, but I’ll turn it off in the middle if it’s replete with amputations (The Artful Dodger), if a main character lost a son in Vietnam (The Holdovers), or if a lawyer is defending someone accused of cannibalism (Rake). 

My criteria are simple: If the show is depressing, sad, tense, or I find myself covering my eyes not to see blood, violence, or crude vulgarity, I’m done watching. Which pretty much leaves me with romantic comedies and Hallmark classics. The problem with those is that they are often so stupid and cornball, I feel that I’m frittering my life away watching them. 

But there are, of course, other ways to detach and unwind as well. Conversation with family is one of them.

Last Shabbat, I felt as if I had won the lottery. Two of my sons finished their reserve duty; a third was out of Gaza for a couple of days. For the first time since October 7, the whole family – except my son-in-law, still in Khan Yunis – sat around our table. 

It was wonderful. Except for one thing: Every time one of my boys opened his mouth, all that came out were war stories.

“Don’t worry,” The Wife reassured me as I winced at one tale and covered my ears at another. “After Shabbat, we can unwind and watch some television.” ■