We have more channels now than our parents did, not even counting sites like YouTube and Netflix that stream online-only goodies... but in the immortal words of
Mad Max, the turd ratio ain't gone down none. My dial (metaphorical, these days, as these new sets have buttons) seldom strays past the classic TV station these days, where I watch a lot of old movies, classic sitcoms, and the
original Odd Couple, MacGyver, and Ironside, not some modern reboot that got a tech update and a race lift to make it palatable for the millennial morons who don't care anyway and just get tired of hearing their grandparents almost blow a gasket over Sherlock's assistant Watson being Asian
and a chick. And, of course, commercials for the latest boner pill, followed by the law firm you need to call to file a suit when that boner pill from the last ad damn near kills you when you try using it on that cocktail waitress at B.J. Gold's who isn't much older than that aforementioned millennial brat who. along with her deadbeat disenfranchised unemployed thrice-divorced Gen-X mom, is currently living rent-free there in your two-bedroom split-level with you.
Anyway, yeah, old stuff is way the hell better.