To rant or not to rant

To Rant or Not To Rant

I'm probably going to shoot myself in the toes after publishing this blog; certain issues shouldn't be allowed to see the literary value of ink and paper in this day and age.
I was passing through a restaurant yesterday afternoon as it rained when I chanced upon a program on one of the supposedly better t.v stations in this nation. My intention wasn't to watch initially but one of the segments of the show, an all too familiar fragment of modern television where the public brainstorms on a social problem presented by one of the viewers, caught my attention.
The day's problem: A young woman in dire need of 'our' help to overturn the decision by her husband to throw her out of their married home as she can only bear him daughters, and he wants a son.
Now I ask, what kind of persistent benightedness has rendered us party to these discussions so far into the ages as 2015? This is very disturbing!
Even with the 'government to blame', enough Biology papers have been written and thrown around to further authenticate the X-Y theories and one need only step in S.2 (or there about) to have this important piece of information at their finger tips.
I'd presumed that one of the basic duties of the media is to educate the public and not tolerate all gibberish (sorry troubled woman) for the sake of entertainment but I guess that was simply a silent personal opinion.
And amazingly, the people that wrote or called in with advice similarly mentioned nothing of the facts. The advice varied from short clipped remarks alluding to disfavor upon the woman, to blatant accusations of lack of love on her part to directions to a certain witch doctor on a certain sequestered island. All useless. All more ignorant than the question. As hilarious as they sounded, they only serve to add a touch of comic appeal to an otherwise ordinary one man t.v show.
I suggest that if a genuinely ignorant countryman shows up with a problem of the sort, you call them aside (off air) and whisper some science in their ears. This would go a long way in providing actual solutions to problems instead of confusing desperate victims and embarrassing those that apparently call in to 'advise'.
It also saves me the burden of ranting about it on my blog. I could name 1000 bigger problems that honest viewers have, which could sound catchy to my impatient ears, and this day's problem wouldn't make the list.
If anything, the man, and not the woman should be the one to make the desperate call and seek our wisdom, but I suppose you know these facts already and I suppose you can agree with me that love for one's husband is not implied in the numbers of bouncing, healthy boys one bears for him.

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 [presses publish and runs off in search of a heavy gun]