Cell Phones and Children's Television have GONE TOO FAR

Miles and I have been watching Noggin in the mornings. It's less sacharin than the Disney Channel and less full-on retarded than Nickelodeon plus there's that lady on Jack's Big Music Show that hides her mole behind her hair. Miles likes the music and I love being one Mole-Watch. This morning we were watching Oobi. Oobi is a show with puppets but the puppets are just hands with eyeballs on them. It's strange. It's not our favorite. But it doesn fill the gap between Ruby and Max and Maggie and the Ferocious Beast. Today on Oobi all the children (Oobi included) were putting on a play. This is the 2nd half of the show. The first half featured dance lessons with a effeminate instructor played for stereotype (hard to do with just a hand but BRAVO! they did it). Now, as the children arranged for opening curtain backstage and wished each other broken legs they don't have a snooty (another stereotype) drama instructor addressed the crowd. As he prepared to leave the stage he exclaimed "Cell Phones Off!" which send the entire audience snuffling about and brought a chorus of dingy shut down tones. He then yelled "Enjoy!" and the curtain opened to reveal a musical version of Little Red Riding Hood.

Was that a gag?
No. Nothing in these overproduced children's shows happens without intention to instruct.
Why are they trying to teach my 2 year old cell phone etiquette?
Because cell phones have gone too far. There are fake previews at movie theatres now that turn out to be a big joke instructing you to turn off your cell phone. There are signs at restaurants.
I use my cell phone all the time so I'm not going to bitch about cell phone users. I will say this. If your desire to argue with some bitch ass over the cell phone outweights your sense of common courtesy then my official policy states that I hate you. If your cell phone conversation distracts you enough to cause you bump into someone, apologize and at least pretend like the conversation is important enough to warrant your haste and distraction. If you are going to run down my wife with your plastic shopping cart while she tries to decide which glass cleaner to buy because you are engrossed in a cell phone conversation about your sister's boyfriend and you don't even have the nerve to apologize my official policy is I kill you.