I don't know if this ever happens to you, but I hate being wrapped up in a show, intellectually captive, thinking deep thoughts about whatever topic is being discussed, then thrown into a tailspin by a completely inappropriate commercial.
The worst example that I can think of was watching the Daily Show the other night - they had a journalist on from the PBS NewsHour, he and Jon were having a conversation about the nature of news, then all the sudden there's this obnoxious Kroll Show ad (ok, any Kroll show ad is pretty obnoxious, but this one was particularly bad). Only slightly less strange was listening to an MSNBC panel discussion on income inequality and being tossed to an ad suggesting that I might want to move to the Cayman Islands, due to their permissive tax stance. Or the time that I was watching a particularly gruesome crime drama and was kicked out to a Toys'R'Us ad - I think it was for something pink and Barbie-ish.
And while I'm busy sounding like an old coot - I'm watching the Grammys. When did it become de rigueur for women to do a virtual strip tease while performing their nominated hits? First there's Beyonce grinding on a chair, and then Katy Perry shows up doing a pole dance on an upended witch's broomstick. I don't see the nominated guys stripping down to their skivvies and doing a Chippendale's routine (not that I really want to see that, I'm just saying that there should be some kind of parity here.) Heck, even in the Chicago/Robin Thicke set, the men are all dressed to the nines in full on suit and tie, and the female backup singers are in skin tight red pant or skirts and abbreviated black tank top/halter top sort of things. Plus, I want to know just who had the pictures of the members of Chicago with farm animals? That's the only way I could think of for them to agree to perform "Blurred Lines".
And now, if you all will excuse me, I'm going to take my battered old body and mind off to bed.
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