Hank Stuever: A man on a business trip checks into a hotel by himself and picks up the television remote and clicks ON even as the handle of his rolly suitcase is still gripped by his other hand. The screen immediately offers him the pay-per-view movie menu, from which he is not going to watch "Atonement" or "Ratatouille." The naughty nymph parade begins. He sets down the bag, stares at the choices and then thinks, no, wait, later -- after the client dinner meeting. He then makes sure the television gets ESPN. In hotels, televisions always get three kinds of ESPN -- and the Weather Channel and Fox News and one HBO channel and the networks. But not Bravo, not the Style network, not HGTV.
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