I actually WATCH Food Network now and again, more often than not drawn in by the progressive horrors on screen. I find myself riveted by its awfulness, like watching a multi-car accident in slow motion. Mesmerized at the ascent of the Ready-Made bobblehead personalities, and the not-so-subtle shunting aside of the Old School chefs, I find myself de-constructing the not-terrible shows, imagining behind the scenes struggles and frustrations, and obsessing unhealthily on the Truly Awful ones. Screaming out loud at Sandra Lee in disbelief as she massacres another dish, then sits grinning, her face stretched into a terrifying rictus of faux cheer for the final triumphant presentation. I mourn for Mario..and Alton...Bobby and yes--even Emeril, nobly holding the fort while the TV empire he helped build crumbles like undercooked Bundt cake into a goo of Cheez Wiz around him.
See, I occassionally find non-British, non-musicians attractive!
via The News Blog
4 comments:
really? it's possible to find non-british, non-musicians attractive? i've been trying for years, without success. i must learn your secret.
anyway, i agree on anto -- he's clever and brash; loved 'kitchen confidential'; and i must say, les halles has brilliant food [those frites!], though he's hardly ever in the kitchen anymore.
It is possible, though for me, not very common. My first crushes (in order)? Michael Palin, John Cleese, Bernard Sumner and Peter Hook. Yes, I was obsessed from an early age.
HA HA I loved Michael Palin and John Cleese too!
I am a true Gemini. One side: British (Paul Simonon, Carlos Barat). Other side: uh... Not So British (Dale Earnhardt, Jr., Hank Williams III).
Cleese in A Fish Called Wanda? Guh. GUH.
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