Lately I have been watching documentaries. The effect it has on me is coming out in lists of the 'research this further' and 'find out if that's true' and 'should I do that?' variety.
A brief example:
Read Atlas Shrugged.
Read The Fountainhead.
Read The Science of Happiness.
Research Bill and Hillary Clinton.
Research adoption from all Asian countries.
Write a letter to so-and-so about such-and-such.
Research working as a farm-hand, to learn how to garden/harvest.
Consider going vegan.
Stop buying meat altogether.
Make a compost.
Every so often, I try to read over these lists (and by 'lists' yes I do mean '500 illegible sticky notes'). I then tell myself to stop watching documentaries before I turn into a granola head, forbid myself from eating everything I love, and/or implode.
But, like Alice, I seldom ever follow my own advice.
Not to mention I've barely made a dent in the number of documentaries I am interested in viewing (or the ones I want to view most), because Tim is offended when I watch them without him. He says it's like the 'Chinese incident'. (In short: Chinese food and documentaries were always 'his things', and I hated both while we were in college and then decided I liked them independently of him. He took it personally and has yet to get over it).
... Also I imagine it's a bit alarming to come home after a long day of work and find out that you are now a vegetarian, that your wife The Minimalist has disposed of practically everything in the apartment including the furniture and thinks it's a healthy development, that you will spend the rest of your life discussing Ayn Rand, communes, the benefits of yoga, and how American media discriminates against women, and that your son made friends with the Jehovah Witnesses and they are coming to his birthday party (unrelated. Also they are uninvited. Also we had to get rid of the furniture because we are moving ... in a month).
But there's nothing to be done about it. I am formidably curious about everything.