Let's suppose I had a daughter who just graduated from college. Let's suppose imaginary daughter calls me for fatherly advice.
"Dad, I got two job offers today. One is to work for NBC. The other is to dance on a pole at the Mons Venus. Which should I take?"
I would have to say, "I don't know sweetheart. They're both pretty sleazy operations."
There are no words acceptable to the readers of this blog that can describe my contempt for the majority of media outlets.