Your faithful TV addict just spent three weeks out of the country—but not because any enraged star chased me out—and I couldn't help myself: I watched TV. In three lands I watched two-bit telethons, tacky (and unsexy) soaps and, in PBS' beloved Britain, a snobby copy of The Newlywed Game (there's the end of civilization as we know it). As soon as I returned home, I got on my knees, hugged my good ol' American (albeit Japanese-made) TV and—honest to Nielsen—kissed it. We do have the best television in the world.
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