What I've learned from watching the Emmys, the season finale of Louie, the roast of Charlie Sheen, Charlie Sheen on Leno, 2 Broke Girls, 2 and a Half Men, Dancing with the Stars, The Playboy Club, WWE Wrestling, the Republican National Debate:
You can't say midget or Down's Syndrome on TV.
You can say "I want to show you my pussy" on cable television. You can make fun of someone's friend for dying or make fun of a cherished American hero for having Parkinson's disease. You can receive a standing ovation for killing people (not just people, the most people). You can be a viable candidate to lead the free world and pull us out of an economic depression without believing in science. You can show people going totally wackadoo for months, then basically groveling to the American public for forgiveness with the most awkward television appearances in history. You can create a new genre based on nostalgia for a time when sexual harrassment was okay. You can keep Entourage going for eight seasons. You can show NANCY GRACE DANCING BALLROOM.
You can't say midget.
Oh, what a world we live in.
