Last year, when the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show aired, guess who wasn’t watching?

Is it because I find women parading down a runway in next to nothing offensive? Is it because I have no interest in watching such a flagrant showcasing of skin? Is it because I find the majority of the models too skinny to be attractive?

Not if they get paid well. Uh, no. And yes, but that’s not why I wasn’t watching.

I wasn’t watching because I was living in Nashville, Tennessee, and that good ole southern moral majority decided for me that it was in my best interest not to view lingerie-clad foreign chics in my own home. Well, kiss off Nashville. I’ve moved north, where we like foreign chics, lingerie, and the awesome power of digital television that has the ability to bring it all into our living rooms with crystal clear clarity.