Democracy in Television
Now, that we've had a taste of it, I want more! Remember, the slogan, "I want my MTV!" Well, I want my democracy on TV. Where else can I get this kind of satisfaction? Where I can vote for Jerry Rice, greatest receiver of ALL TIME, in a dancing competition?? Can he dance? Well, sort of, but he's JERRY RICE, for crying out loud. Who doesn't remember "the catch"? The 49er glory days are enough for my vote for decades to come. You were robbed, Jerry, that trophy was yours!
Furthermore, I can let my fingers do the walking, and a future porn star and a mediocre Fanilow are eliminated from "American Idol". That is power. And I missed my voting rights last night when Dr. Travis Stork picked the passive-aggressive, kindergarten teacher Sarah, rather than the intellectual California adventure girl of Moana on "The Bachelor". Where was my vote, ABC?? If the "couple" isn't already broken up, I give them three months because Travis, Travis, you need a woman of substance! (Well, I don't know, maybe you don't.)
But a woman of substance doesn't call another woman a BLANK on television, or use the word "perfect" more than 800 times in a paragraph. And she doesn't "warn" you on the evils of her competition, while pretending to be sweetness and light. Can you say passive-aggressive? Your nieces liked Moana better, what does that tell you about your Kindergarten teacher? Did you test her with the labrador?
Moana, if I get a vote, I hope you get yourself a rich, CEO and spend your life surfing and living the great adventure. You're too good for Travis anyway! Go Mandisa!