I can remember only a few Tuesdays ago, I was so pleased. Wow, TV is so bad nowadays, but at least Scrubs is coming on. It's such an intelligent show about medical interns and the zany adventures they get into. It's not like the other cookie cutter television shows.

I mean there's Spin City. That's about people who work at city hall, and the sexual exploits that ensue. Then there's Sex in the City. 'Nuff said. There's Friends. That's a show about people who apparently don't have jobs and the sexual exploits that ensue. Gone are the days of Full House and Perfect Strangers (you remember Balki?).

But Scrubs was a cut above the rest. It wasn't just about sex AND it was even funny. "That's unusual for a sitcom," I thought to myself. And so I watched, every week and every week I got a few laughs. But it wasn't long before they fell to the lowest common denominator. The main geeky guy was interested in the main geeky girl. Jokes became less frequent and soon comedic scenes were replaced by love scenes between these two main characters.

"Oh well, I'll still watch, it's not so bad." Then it happened.

Are shows like NBC's Scrubs too forward with sex?

One night, sitting in the living room, watching Scrubs with my mom and my two younger sisters. After the third (yes third!) sex scene in the half an hour long show (about doctors, or so I remember), the guy asks the girl, "So how was I (in bed)?" To which the girl replies, "You were amazing! But I think I'll need a vagina transplant after this."

I kind of wanted to ask the writers, "What's wrong guys? The joke about doing her doggy-style like Snoopy on Ecstasy was too subtle?" My jaw dropped. I lunged for the remote and turned off the television.

Everyone in the room just looked scandalized. Trying to look disgusted by the whole situation I declared, "Wow! Television is all about sex these days!"

"Watch your language, MastaCSG!" my mom said, and then sent me to my room without any supper. She was right to do it.

While in my room I had much time to contemplate the universe and what a sinful world we live in. "Wow, Scrubs turned into a hardcore porn show so gradually I barely noticed."

I realized that prime time television which used to include such family fun favourites as Family Matters, Full House, The Cosby Show. Now primetime was now ripe with show after show after show about people having sex. Even shows that are advertised about people in a given profession are ultimately just shows about sex.

I know, now it seems like no big deal to us. But at some point in the future, when we're old and gray, some 5 year old kid will come up to you and ask, "I just finished watching the mating habits of Pokemon on PBS and I was wondering� What would happen if Pikachu had sex with Bulbasaur? Do Pokemons use condoms? What would happen if I had sex with Pikachu??? Do you have a condom?" And you'll say, "Sonny, when I was your age, kids didn't ask their elders for condoms. They bought them from the bathroom at McDonalds, from the giant Hamburglar dispenser."

Soon Bob Saget won't be able to have a television show unless it features him pimping hoes. No one will be interested in Mister Rogers unless shacks up with a gay roommate. And God only knows what kind of freaky orgies a Teletubby can engage in. You'll have Big Bird cracking jokes about sixty-nining Oscar the grouch, you'll have Steve Urkel waking up in bed with Harriet Winslow saying, "Wow, Carl isn't going to like this!"

At least make the women featured in these shows better looking, give me SOME motivation to turn on the television. I mean, the best looking woman on TV now is Kristin Kreuk as Lana Lang on Smallville, and I figure there will still be many seasons before Clark injures her with his Super Turbo pelvic thrust. Of course by then, we'll be old fogies and a younger generation will be more interested in seeing Clark get together with Lex. Of course he'll still be living with Lana Lang like in Will and Grace. It will be a modern take on Superman. The critics will call it, "Edgy and Extreme."

So think to yourself, as we slide down the slippery slope of deteriorating censorship on television, that one day it might be you watching television with your little son or daughter. Imagine Bill Cosby is starring in a new show and casually telling one of several women in his bedroom, "Dooh! I broke my penis." And your kids ask you, "Mom," or "Dad? What are those people doing to each other?" And while you struggle for metaphors you'll finally say what your parents probably said to you. "Back in my day, we learned about these things on the streets. What is the world coming to?"