This is why I don’t watch TV…
…because even prime time television, no matter how innocuous, inevitably contains some crude sexual innuendo. The Oscars tonight, for example. Not five minutes into the program, host Jon Stewart made a joke about the Hollywood writers’ strike:
“Aren’t we all glad it’s over?” (Applause applause.)
“And now, welcome to the make-up sex.” (Laughter laughter.)
Except from me. Six children under 11 and two over 14 were in the room. Can’t those people make jokes about anything else?
Sigh. So I can’t even take my kids over to my mom’s house to watch the Oscars without something objectionable on the TV. I give up. We stayed long enough to see which movie won best animated feature, though. (It was Ratatouille.)
Ack. On behalf of my compatriots, I apologize.
We seem to be leading in the race to the bottom, though at times some of our European friends leap ahead (most notably France, Germany, and the Netherlands)…