Working out out at the gym today, I found myself forced to endure a broadcast of the Maury Povich show. Granted, the televisions were broadcasting without sound, but that lessened the psychic pain of the experience only slightly.
What interested me was that every commercial break included at least one pharmaceutical commercial promoting some new treatment for clinical depression. That makes sense to me somehow. What person of sound mental health would voluntarily watch the Maury Povich show to begin with? Initially amused at the thought that someone ought to do a mental health study on precisely that question, my amusement faded with the realization that someone is probably already spending ungodly sums of taxpayers’ money doing that very thing.
God bless America.