Aereo swooped in and saved me last year. I was in the middle of a New York City breakup, which meant moving into a tiny apartment and giving up the fancy smart television and expensive cable bundle that only two working adults could afford.
How was I going to watch “60 Minutes” on Sundays? You can take your companionship, but do not take my Sunday night CBS. I was already a subscription video streamer: I had the big three. My best friend gave me her HBOGo login. Aereo rounded it out. I paid extra so I could DVR more than one show. A woman really could have it all.
But it always felt like one day I was going to try to log in and the site would disappear, like if you stayed in Europe before you could get Netflix and had to use those weird, illegal streaming websites that offer porn and every “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” season on the same homepage (can we say Megavideo?). But Aereo just had “Downton Abbey” and “Good Morning, America.” It meant no harm. This is all to say that when Aereo lost their battle this summer, I took it personally. I bought a TV and cheap cable bundle. Last week, when they filed for bankruptcy protection, I knew it was really over.
If this were a Muppet movie, I would lead the gang to fight the big, bad, networks and make the Supreme Court rethink that transmit clause just in time to stream the “Charlie Brown Christmas” broadcasts and live happily ever after. But this is the real world, broadcasting corporations are people, copyright laws will never evolve, and streaming content (for eight dollars!) is for crazy hippies. Read more