bitful

I am convinced that watching television is bad for you. Or that it's bad for people who are prone to addiction. Ok, let's face it, it's bad for me. (Note: while typing the previous sentence, in twice out of three occurences, I typed "good" instead of "bad" - Sigmund Freud / Analyze this).

So I have a bad cold (me? nagging about my health? pass the Lemsip). So I sit in front of the telly more often than usual, and it's full of crap, but still I sit through anything just to avoid working on my translation (it's not fun to have to wipe your laptop display clean of cough and sneeze debris every two minutes or so - yuk).
It is much more entertaining to hear the host tell one of the participants "Go away and play with your boobs" after she surgically enhanced her bust.
And what a coincidence that the same show host is dishing out the dirt in today's edition of one of the UK's tabloids (can't be asked to find out which one, and won't put myself through a Google search for such a rag). Needless to say, her upcoming revealing interview with the press was much plugged in ad breaks before, during and after the show.

What I don't get is why the networks provide mindless entertainment at peak time, and then show Atom Egoyan's Exotica at 12:10 am (or is that pm? I could never understand - well, midnight. And I missed it. Again). Oh wait, I'm afraid I sadly understand why they do it.

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