Is it any wonder I don’t watch TV?

The other day (Tuesday, November 26th, 2013), at the Canandaigua YMCA, I was unable to use the bathroom I usually use before working-out.
So I went down to the new Mens locker-room — I use the old Boys locker-room (converted to a Mens locker-room), since it’s nearer the Exercise-Gym. The YMCA now has two locker-rooms per sex.
As I walked into the locker-room some shrill lady was on the small wall-mounted TV screeching “all men are bums equating emotion with sex.”
Nothing like a sweeping generalization!
Um, I humblee disagree.
Admitted, I’ve met a few men obsessed with sex.
But after 69 years on this planet I’ve concluded they are a tiny minority.
Hardly any man I’ve met meets this lady’s noisy assertion.
Thinking about the men I know right now, I wouldn’t call any of them sex-fiends.
Not a one of them fits this lady’s claim.
I found myself thinking it’s too bad this lady never encountered a good one.
Maybe she’s dealt with Rush Limbaugh and his 89 bazilyun cases of Viagra©.
Maybe Rick Wakeman should have named his album “Six Wives of Rush Limbaugh.”
More-than-likely how could anyone stand her? I know I couldn’t.
“Oh for Heaven sake!” I muttered as I walked under the TV.
“Will someone please smack that lady and tell her to siddown,” I thought. “Chain her to a chair; put a gag on her.” —I covered my ears.
Is this what TV has come to?
Shrieking sycophants trumpeting off-the-wall blustering?
The Internet is far more interesting than droll Dr. Phil, Montel gesticulating, or Oprah.
I bet Fred Friendly would watch the Internet.

• I work out in the Canandaigua YMCA Exercise-Gym, appropriately named the “Wellness-Center,” usually three days per week, about two-three hours per visit. (“Canandaigua” [“cannan-DAY-gwuh”] is a small city to the east nearby where I live in Western NY. The city is also within a rural town called “Canandaigua.” The name is Indian, and means “Chosen Spot.” It’s about 14 miles east. —I live in the small rural town of West Bloomfield, southeast of Rochester.)