Local Ad

I don't know which is more disturbing: that this program exists, or that I kind of think it's a good idea?

(It's been months and months since I've watched network television, and the local ads are far more amusing than they should be.)

Cognitive Dissonance

Why does the Super Bowl have a red carpet? And if that's not odd enough, why is it hosted by Ryan Seacrest?

Make it stop!

Apparently, yesterday Tyra Banks did the "Plastic Surgery Nightmares" show that all talk shows are required to do at least once. Oxygen keeps playing the ad for their midnight syndicated broadcast (which was two hours ago, so I'm not sure why I'm still being subjected to this).

Main story: "I had a breast reduction and my nipples fell off!"

Yikes. This is why I should put on a DVD when I can't sleep.

(Of course, without 2 a.m. ads I never would have discovered Jingle Jugs. Hilarious and active in breast cancer awareness! And far less scarring as a concept than the previously-mentioned.)

Because there's nothing else on.

Oxygen is playing Peggy Sue Got Married. Again. This is the third time I've had this on in the background in the middle of the night in the past two weeks. It's not a bad movie, but it is deeply unsettling to see Jim Carrey making out with the mom from Seventh Heaven.

(Speaking of the Oxygen Network, I really thought these "networks for women" were supposed to have empowering, forward-thinking programming. Or at least shows that I wouldn't be embarrassed by their very existence. Could someone please explain the socially-redeeming value of The Bad Girls Club?)

(Okay, now that I've actually looked at the link, I suppose it does have a decent premise. But the ads just make it look like incredibly trashy reality TV. And would an apostrophe kill them?)