You know the glowing box in your living room that broadcasts warm rays of 30 Rock into your life? Well, it’s evil. Okay, so it’s not really evil, but surely we can agree that all television programming has been tainted with the flatulence of Beelzebub. No? Then you have never seen the Real Housewives on Bravo. Just pick a city. Any city.
But all that mess isn’t the point of this post. It just sort of spilled out of the ol’ noggin.
What you should note is that watching television in the age of the internets is an anomaly. Once upon a time, you could call Screech a dork or Brenda Walsh a bitty, and nobody cared, because nobody heard you say it. But people tweet such things now. And sooner or later it will come back and bite them, like it did me a few weeks ago. I shall explain . . .
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