All right, I'm still catching up (got two-plus hours of American Idol and The Bachelor on the Tivo, along with some other myriad programming), but for you, dear readers, whoever you might be, I slogged through more than two hours of Dancing With the Stars last night. And wow, what a gigantic ball of cheese that show is. It was my first time seeing it, and I really didn't expect to see people doing the rumba to Elton John songs. But what do I know? Anyway, here are my promised reflections:
- Regarding the aforementioned ball-of-cheesiness, George Hamilton sure fits right in.
- Stacy Keibler might be the only contestant who shows more skin in her regular job than in those skimpy ballroom outfits. But she's got some skills, as evidenced by getting the first two "10"s of the season.
- Drew Lachey is having a grand old time putting his 98 Degrees dance background to work, but I felt kind of bad when they did a closeup on his high-heeled dancing shoes.
- Tia Carrere isn't going to last too long if she doesn't start having fun. The self-flagellating attitude isn't fun to watch. (Witness: Tatum O'Neal's departure and Jerry Rice's joyous, speedy circumnavigation of the stage during his quick-step performance.)
- I would be more invested in Giselle Fernandez being told she's a contender for the title if I had the first clue who she is. (Yes, I know it's sad that I know who everyone else in the competition is.)
