In Which I Explore My Hatred For Dancing With The Stars Via Good Morning America and Keeping Up With The Kardashians
I switched from The Today Show to Good Morning America about a year and a half ago and I haven’t looked back. Besides wanting to bone Matt Lauer long and hard, everyone else on that show brought me nothing but grief. Watching Anne Curry repeatedly lube up her nose to shove up Angelina Jolie’s butthole got pretty tiresome and after they did a follow-up on that idiot Paul Karason who turned blue after he willingly prescribed himself colloidal silver, it wasn’t long before I was switching the channel.
As of recently I had no issues with Good Morning America. Robin Roberts is pleasant, George Stephanopoulos is harmless, Juju Chang is funny, and Sam Champion is just a weather-loving homo. Their “news coverage” doesn’t seem to bother me either. It’s typical morning television — family recipes and back-to-school deals and fundamental financial advice — perfect for background noise as I get ready for my
rigorousstressfultotally boring day at work.But God dammit, Good Morning America, if you aren’t grinding my gears. For it’s the return of Dancing With The Stars and as the most popular show on your network, you are obligated to remind me everyday.
Reblogging myself. I really hate this show.
