Rather than listen to any of the many people who told you it was wrong, because it hurt your feelings that they were smarter than you.
But now, to add insult to injury, you're letting The Nine fall flat with a sickening thud while making Dancing With the flippin' Stars a ratings blockbuster. Add to that the fact that you've got Studio 60 on life-support and making ratings the one case Veronica Mars can't solve.
It's almost as if you heard that some big-shot television producers were going around trying to prove that Americans actually can tell Jackson Pollock from pigeon-shit. And decided to say Oh, really?
As this fella Jonathan Storm writes:
Don't come complaining to me that TV has devolved into nothing more than stupid reality shows.
You're making your bed, you can sleep in it.
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