David Firth took a stab on it in his Music Guess 2009 short.

In the early 60s, MadMagazine ran a poetry feature about the television industry which included a Joe Sixpack focus group character exercising ExecutiveMeddling. Unsurprisingly, the piece was written by a former TV show writer.

Most of the people in This Troper's English class like some of the lowest forms of entertainment (except for me, the teacher, my friend, and the quiet nerds that sit on the other side of the classroom), including very trashy rap and pop music (especially {{Soulja Boy}}. God, I hate Soulja Boy all because of the people in my English class), Literature/{{Twilight}}, and Jersey Shore. They just also happen to be the same students who are immature and go to Teen Party}} Wild Teen Parties to get drunk, grind with others, and/or to get high. I'm also wondering why the teacher won't move me - a tomboyish {{Otaku Surrogate}} who abosolutely hates Jersey Shore, perfers {{One Piece}} over Twilight, and is a big fan of Flogging Molly - away from these people who like the lowset forms of entertainment and to an open seat near the {{Hollywood Nerd}}s.

Dammit! Little shits like that give getting high a bad name! I oughta beat the whole lot of them with [insert silly item to bludgeon a person to death with here]!

God help me, I love my mother-in-law, but she likes shows though she doesn't watch them. The TV is always on at her house. She'll be having a conversation in the kitchen, excuse herself, then go into the living room to change the TV to the channel that "her program" is on, then go back into the kitchen and resume her conversation. I started watching a show that she "watched" once, and she could never discuss it - she didn't really know what was going on in it. ''The television is just noise in the background''. These kind of TV watchers are why those of us in the "actually pay attention to the TV" community can't have nice things.

This Troper and his mom are the same way. She always has the TV on, whereas I get distracted by it easily, so I always have it off so I can do something more important, on the computer.

My freshman roommate was the same way, but with movies. On one particular day he played Star Wars: A Phantom Menace eight times, over and over again, as background noise. I've never been the same since, but the doctors here at Shady Oaks say I'm on my way to making a full recovery.

Was this written by my future stepson?