Escaping Reality Television

Long story short, by putting less than life yet, "reality" on television, on the idiot box, my quality of entertainment dwindles. Women think reverse sexism is feminism, breast implants are no longer surgery, the Amish are now allowed to swear and have mafias, God is good-Jesus is better, but Dr. Oz knows best, and the educational channels like History and Discovery should really be renamed to something that implies the misuse of money and time to explore fictional ghost sightings with a bad filter.

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