My ex-girlfriend used to watch the worst TV programs; you wouldn’t believe the kind of crap she could sit through. Every night after work she would strap herself in for pointless reality TV shows, repetitively endless dramas, and horrible sitcoms like the lifeless shit that Chuck Lorre churns out; she would watch reruns of ‘Big Brother’ Lithuania if they were on. I used to feel for her; she was subjecting herself to such poor quality programming. This afternoon I caught the second half of ‘My Wife and Kids’ and my feelings changed from lament to jealousy. People are getting enjoyment and meaning from these senseless productions. I haven’t had a feeling of satisfaction or enlightenment since I read Franz Kafka’s ‘Metamorphosis,’ and that was three years ago.