Like a moth to a flame, during Michael Cohen’s congressional testimony I was glued to the television.

On Wednesday, I had decided to work from home and it was a challenge to tear myself away from the hearing so I could get my writing done.

I remember when the O.J. Simpson trial aired.

Then too, I was engrossed in all the drama.

And personally, I thought the glove fit — but whatever.

I also watched closely the confirmation hearings of Judge Brett M. Kavanaugh.

I was curious to hear what Christine Blasey Ford had to say, and of course how Kavanugh would respond.

Some may wonder why this kind of spectacle intrigues me.

I too have questioned my interest.

Maybe it’s because I like excitement and intrigue.

Certainly these events played out with plenty of fodder.

A famous athlete/actor accused of brutally murdering his ex-wife and her friend; a man in hopes of earning a seat on the Supreme Court only to be challenged by a voice from the past, and now a president’s “fixer” who has decided to come clean.

These, my friends, are story lines that sound like they were ripped from the latest novel.

But no, these incidences are real, and as Oscar Wilde would claim, “imitate art.”

As I have watched the cast of characters in all three of these “made for TV dramas!,” I also found myself honing in on the mannerisms of those involved.

O.J. seemed commanding as he watched testimony.

During the Kavanaugh episode, I couldn’t help but want to adjust Blasey Ford’s glasses so they wouldn’t keep sliding down her nose.

And Cohen’s head darted from left to right. I guess he was trying to find whomever was asking him the question.

And in addition to those who were sitting on the proverbial “hot seat,” I also found myself noticing those in the periphery — like Cohen’s lawyer.

At one point, I saw him give his client a slight jab in the back.

I figured it was most likely to remind him to keep his cool.

And the women who sat in the background when Kavanaugh was speaking were almost distracting.

I wondered if the Senate Judiciary Committee noticed?

And what about O.J.’s layer of lawyers; they were huddled around him as if they were waiting to hear the next football play.

I can’t image having my life splayed across the airwaves, and on some level, have empathy for all concerned — except O.J.!

Who knows what will have me flittering towards the tube next time? Only the shadow knows.

Terri Cowart Frazier is a staff writer at The Vicksburg Post. Readers are invited to submit their opinions for publication.