Thursday Turd Telly

Some things I noticed throughout the week:

1) A certain local education centre's radio ads stress the fact that their learning system doesn't discriminate age-wise. Instead, they focus on specific individual abilities, which sounds about right pedagogically (although some traditionalists may disagree). What they don't tell you outright (subliminals! You gotta love subliminals) is that by sending your children there not only will they gain the knowledge of algebra by age nine, but they will also miraculously develop a crisp British/European English accent! E-gad! Now pretentious parents from all over will be able to complete the package! No longer will their offspring have to suffer in silence even while wearing the latest Burberry visor cap/shirt. All they have to do is attend the centre's classes and voila! Instant accents to complement aforementioned shirt/cap and the obligatory parental BMW.

Score one for portraying what the centre thinks our parents want. Diversity? What diversity?

2) Is it just me, or is Star World's Thursday lineup just a wee bit too celeb-centric for its own good? Last night it was Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie's comedy-farce-reality show A Simple Life, followed by Young, Posh and Loaded (a pseudo-documentary about rich spoilt brats). Now I can accept that some people just have the good life, but somehow the whole concept of this lineup sickens me, as if we're too starved for any dirt on these sodding rich people that we need programmes like these to make us feel good about ourselves.

Besides, I've seen EVERYTHING our little Ms Hilton has to offer (thanks to her boyfriend, and even then all she was interested in was posing for the camera, just have sex goddamnit) and somehow the whole point of A Simple Life seems like an amateurish pandering to a mediapathic (thanks Neal Stephenson) audience grown and fed on pointless celebrity trivia.

At least there was Smallville, and even my cynical side can accept that. Well, rantings aside, I DO hope you'll all have a smashing weekend, and if you're a blogger and feel up for some righteous bashing, do visit T-Boy here. I swear it's worth it.

All this fuming has made me hungry.

Ta!