C.J. and Ben are talking in her office and eating lunch. He's complaining that there are already too many channels anyway. Heh. She argues that media ownership restrictions were passed in the 1940s as a response to fascism in Europe. "I think I saw that on the Fascism Channel," he says. Hee. C.J. makes a really, really lame comeback that involves calling him "Channel Boy." "Channel Boy"? Yeah, that's...kind of trying to be funny, but it's not. Leo enters and introduces himself to Ben, saying, "C.J.'s just nuts about you." He walks over to C.J. and asks her why she's pushing the FCC thing so hard. She ought to be "pushing back" on the India job-loss thing. He tells her that the president is against excessive media ownership, so if she has something to say, she should just "use the briefing room to say it." She says the reporters won't pick it up because of their fear of their "robber-baron bosses." She babbles about "corporate media" and blah dee blah, and she should go immediately and try to sell that stuff at her local undergraduate campus, because they'll lap it up there. Ben chimes in that local news sucks anyway, and word to that. Leo asks whether he cares about national news, and Ben says, "I spent my entire career living in Moose Jaw. I get my news off CNN." Hee hee, Moose Jaw jokes! Score! Leo says he likes Ben, and C.J. says that's great, because Ben is about to be available. Leo leaves, and C.J. finally spills to Ben what's got her so riled up -- Mert Media (one of the big conglomerates) keeps offering her a job. ["Lord, how the hell did it get to be a big conglomerate with a stupid name like 'Mert'?" -- Wing Chun] She gripes that she's trying to "look out for the little guy," but only the big guy has a job for her. Well...okay. So stay put, C.J. It's not like you have a going-nowhere kind of job. Struck by an inspiration, C.J. steps outside and tells Carol to get facilities maintenance on the phone, and get her a couple of guys. "Like a surgeon wields a scalpel, like a barrister yields his...whatever it is he wields, I'm using my briefing room." I found that fascinating. C.J. doesn't really give a dip about the quality of coverage; C.J. is pissed because she can't make as much money as she'd like without being subjected to the guilt of working for The Man. Welcome to adulthood, C.J. Most of us face this at about twenty-five right before we figure out that everything is more expensive at Whole Foods, whether it's organic or not, so you're a bit late. Don't worry, though -- there's still time to learn.