Spanish views from a small town

If I hear people yelling and screaming on a Friday night, I know someone has turned on the television. On that night there is a "talk" show that appeals to anyone who follows the farándula , or the lives of the famous and wannabe famous. It's called Sálvame Deluxe (Save Me Deluxe). I have no idea why, but whenever I see the title I always say to myself, "from ghoulies and tongues that wag in the night, save me." If you happen to turn it on, you will find yourself melting into a puddle of consternation that it can be considered of world-halting importance just why someone didn't wear a beige jacket someone gave her instead of a leather jacket she had just bought. The implications are shown to be such that they could cause oil prices to jump in Borneo. There are decent talk shows that talk about things that matter, but even in these they throw a sop to those gossips who care only about what the Prime Minister ate for breakfast instead of what services he pl...