I just turned on the TV to try to watch Tancredo drop out of the primaries.
(And can I just take a moment to tell him that, while he’ll be missed (totes), I’m so glad that I’ll finally be able to figure out which one is Duncan Hunter during the debates? Not that Hunter will be in the race that much longer, but still.)
So anyway, it wasn’t on, but NBC is running the a show I’d never heard of called Merv Griffin’s Crosswords. Or something. It’s the best! There’s a ridiculous set, a host who’s just far, far too keen, and full on 1980s banter.
The best part, though, was during the contestant introductions. The host, who talks like very young version of John Mahoney’s character in Reality Bites said, ‘And this is so and so. And she’s a big fan of wiener dogs!’
And on national television, the woman responded, “Yep! I never met a wiener I didn’t like! [beat] Wiener dog I didn’t like.’
And the host just moved on. It was incredible. So great, in fact, that I turned it off right after that.
American daytime TV is better than that of Australia (or so I assume). I remember afternoon television four years ago was just Days of Our Lives from the ’90s and a bunch of kid shows (which is why for months I thought ‘arvo’ was the name of a bus – it’s actually Australian for ‘afternoon’).
I say if you can’t watch a nice lady humiliate herself, it’s not worth watching. Not that it was anyway, but you know.