¿Televisíon?

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The women's section at the gym has an interesting array of television choices. It is completely different from the main room where there's sports, sports, news about sports, and sports. 
In the ladies area, there's;
Some kind of soap opera
The Design Your Home on a Sixpence channel 
The Totally Biased News channel 
Univision


How did they reach this conclusion-  that this is what women want. Did they have a meeting? Did they have a secret ballot?  Were there actual women involved? 
It feels like "someone who is not a woman" decided what a  woman wants. 


I haven't watched a soap since I was 17. 


I have no desire to "learn how" to decorate my home using paperclips and hay. 


A bunch of blowhard middle aged men congratulating each other on being masters of the universe?! Ummm...can I just scoop my eyesballs out with a spork instead, please?  


Ahhhh....Univision. Everyone on that channel is a glamazon. Beautiful. Not like typical beautiful. Weird Science beautiful. It doesn't matter if it's the news anchor or a  commercial for ground beef helper in a box. Here comes lil' miss beautimous in a  flowy, gossamer sundress, lit from behind, prancing in slow motion around her kitchen, serving up her family a muy muy delicioso meal.


Apparently, this is what I want to watch. Awesome.

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