But when I'm tooling around at home during the day, busily eating or cleaning or skipping classes or eating, I'll leave the TV on, and talk shows are on every channel, second only in frequency to Rogaine ads. Just kidding, Dad. Apparently, he was a prop. So you can see that these shows provide me with a certain degree of intellectual stimulation, or at least enough to justify the fact that I watch them. These shows make no pretense of offering any answers.
Talk shows are definitely a thing of the nineties.
No, not even music, but songs, and usually really bad ones. This song captures, with its distinctive instrumentals and distinctively stupid lyrics, the sound of brains still sizzling after the sixties. The nineties, on the other hand, can be identified by song and group names which, if not openly hostile, usually make absolutely no sense. When this fountain of name creativity dries up, perhaps we should try simply numbering our groups, much like world wars. But the eighties nostalgia really hits when I hear anything by Journey or Chicago.