Our generation was censored, but if you think about it, then there was also a huge team of editors, erudite, amazingly subtle people who did not allow anything 'below the belt' to come out - both literally and figuratively. And now sculpt - whatever you want, if you bought the ether. Of course, there are talents - the same phenomenal Maxim Galkin, or my beloved Vanka Urgant, whom I have known since childhood, or Yura Galtsev, but they also work without a qualification, and, in addition, they are obliged to produce humor around the clock, which is why they involuntarily begin to taste failures. They themselves understand this, but now there is such a rating competition that you can't joke for half an hour - they can forget. The race for round the clock leads to meaninglessness.