O, Maury, Who Art Thou?

In college, I watched The Maury Povich Show. He did shows about issues - surrogate parenting, living with disabilities, that sort of thing. I stopped watching the show when I graduated and got a real job. Now, it's called Maury, and apparently it's turned into Jerry Springer Lite. I catch bits of it now and then when I'm in the bedroom (the TV without the TiVo). I've never even been able to watch an entire episode. There seem to be three available topics - "Who's My Baby's Daddy" (usually sub-titled "Paternity Tests"), "Take a Lie Detector Test to Prove You're Not Cheating", or "My (fill-in-the-blank) Dresses Like a Ho." The blank for the last one is usually "Teen", "Wife" or, sadly "Mom". Why, Maury, why??? Isn't there enough total crap on the air? And seriously, the girl that I saw that brought THREE men on to take paternity tests and they were all negative, maybe she doesn't have the judgement necessary to be a mom. If you can't even accurately narrow it down to the top three, you don't make good choices. Or suck at math. Either way, not good. Maury, I know you probably wanted to do real journalism at some point. Sure, you started on one of those tabloidy things, and maybe you feel bad because your wife got to do more serious stories. But that's no reason to encourage the embarrassing underbelly of society to appear on national TV and make us all collectively stupider. Come back to the light side, Maury! On a personal note, no, yesterday didn't kill me. I did skip my daily treadmill walk, having visions of ending up somehow stuck under it until the Husband got home. As a penance, though, I walked to the grocery store today and bought salad to have as dinner.