Although it doesn't stop there. The gossip has now taken on a life of its own. It's like a bad (secretly amazing) Katy Perry song. You wake up with a napkin stuck to your face and a host of notifications and texts. Each one more deplorable than the last.
Where has all this golden television gone? Where are the breaths of fresh air that made staying in worthwhile? The aforementioned statues of the small screen are not nearly as good as they once were; so much so I seldom bother tuning in.