Why the Idiot Box is Idiotic

While I was logging time and miles on the treadmill today (first day back at the gym -- hooray!), I happened to look up at the idiot boxes hung from the ceiling. To my utter confusion and horror, I see an ad for pole-dancing exercise DVDs. Now, I know that pole-dancing-as-exercise has existed for awhile -- I was not confused by its existence -- but I was completely put off by a scene where a woman was spinning down a pole in a pink-wallpapered living room, complete with floral valances on the drapes. I...just...OH JOHN RINGO NO.

Later during the same workout, I glanced up and I swear I saw a psychedelic machinima version of the Beatles "performing" in a music video of one of their songs. OH JOHN (PAUL GEORGE) RINGO NO.

Fucking idiot box. I'd give up watching footy for the rest of my life if I could also purge from the face of the Earth the rest of the dreck that dribbles from the t00b.