Something actually interesting about the Weather Channel, mainly because it involves sex

Perhaps it's a function of living in Southern California, but I have no need of or interest in the Weather Channel whatsoever. If I care about the temperature or the forecast, I'll simply click on my computer's dashboard icon and get it in five seconds, along with the date, the time, a calculator and an update on how much ink remains in my printer. Why would anyone need to flip through scores of cable stations to locate some happy shiny people who'll invariably be chattering away about the barometric pressure in Pittsburgh?

Here's why: Because while watching, you can imagine the lurid, Axe-Body-Gel-TV-Commercial levels of lustily frenzied sexual tension between the meteorologists.

The Smoking Gun has a piquant little yarn about a sexual harassment suit that the Weather Channel is trying to keep quiet (obviously, not too successfully). Bob Stokes, a 50-year-old former Weather Channel anchor, was canned after arbitration found that he asked a 38-year-old co-anchor, "Will you lick my swizzle stick?", "leered at her chest, and followed her into the women's dressing room. He also allegedly questioned her 'over and over again, non-stop' about her sex life, and once noted, 'It tortures me when you wear those heels and skirt.'"

This is inconveniently becoming public as the channel is up for sale. I say this makes it an irresistible new landscape of Caligulan debauchery for the guy behind the American Apparel ad campaigns.