I'd like everyone to take a moment to ponder the sheer lucridity of using a remote control in a room that is barely two metres by three.

PS: And yet I use it. Admittedly only when I'm in bed and want to turn the stereo off, but still... Do you think I can possibly stretch this point from a glaring indication of my own laziness to a vituperous denunciation of today's society?

Nah, probably not.