[bitchiness] the new entertainment?

Is it a truism that we show our generation by the music we listen to and maybe the TV shows we choose to watch? If so, then it might define our national identity as well. Having been out of the country for so long, I never had the necessity to witness the excrescence in the picture to the left here but this evening it happened. Not knowing anything about her whatsoever and never having been a TV type person anyway, certainly as a viewer of that type of show, the eyes were popping as I saw her stand stock still, some sort of spindly, reptilian school ma'am and spit venom at a woman for no discernible reason. In a cackling voice, she stared straight at the woman and asked if she sold cottages in France or something like that. Then she asked where she came from, before observing, "Why would anyone want to go to Preston to get a place in France? A smile vaguely played on the reptile's face all the while. Firstly, is this entertainment and if you say yes, then what possible pleasure do you derive from making people feel small [unless they deserve it, I hastily add]? I'd dearly like to meet up with her for fifteen minutes and see how she survives my observations of her. I think they call her Anne Robinson and she's reportedly made millions from this sort of thing.