TV ’78: Thanks For The Mammaries

It's gonna be be ham ham on the lens, beef on the box and much rubbing of bitter puppets out in Viewerland this fall, and we've got nobody to thank but ourselves. Those days when hormone prodding provoked instant cancellation have been banished to the tube-relic box along with Camp Runamuck and the bottom half of Elvis. Now any producer with half the IQ of a farm is busy wiring Nielsen sneakers to discover what corftbination of chest skin and licking sounds will best forestall a network-paid vacation to Zunaland.