One of the things I hate the most about going to the doctor is the TV they’ve got babbling in the waiting room. We don’t have TV in our house, so there’s always culture shock. Like, “Holy cow, is this for real? Please tell me I’m dreaming!”
Yesterday’s waiting room ordeal featured a show called Tampon Hill, or something like that. The host babbled. The guests babbled. The studio audience applauded like their lives depended on it. I suppressed the urge to scream.
Oh, the drivel! Best-sellers crammed full of it. People learning how to parrot it back upon demand. If you could remove the top of your skull and empty a cup of Drano into the cranium, the effect would be similar to that of repeated exposure to daytime television.
Why, why, why do we keep watching? Can’t we feel our brain cells shriveling?
Inquiring minds want to know.