There's nothing wrong with a bit of dumbing down, after a day of monitoring playdates and ironing, is there?
I'm sat on the sofa, eating tortilla chips, drinking cider and watching Amanda Lamb telling people how to sell houses (mostly by painting everything white, apparently).
Should I have another cider and go for broke by watching Big Fat Gypsy Weddings as well? I know, I ought to be watching the Culture Show on iplayer or listening to something obscure on 6 Music or reading that Zola short story I'm halfway through on my Kindle.
It's a perennial dilemma: chavness or pretentiousness?
Hmmm, feels like I'm often on this fence, somehow.
What would you do?