Does anyone know what Howie Mandel's original "talent" was supposed to be? I have yet to discern it. I read that he's one of the "celebrity" panelists on America's Got Talent this season, a show I gave up watching after the last twelve fire jugglers.
Suddenly one year, Mandel had one show after another, where all he ever did was talk about himself and how adorably strange he is. (There was nothing interesting there, really, just garden-variety OCD and other well-trodden hard-to-watch-without-cringing phobias.)
Okay, he's bald and neurotic. That does not add up to funny, and he just isn't. His "hosting" routine consists of his redeclaring his germ-phobia, salivating over busty women, and presenting smarmy displays of sentiment that seem cooked up to tug viewer heartstrings. (How hard is it to stage surprise reunions of long-absent service members with their families? Does the effort really require the intervention of television? Can't the parties get some damn privacy?)
How did this individual get on my television? Why is he so annoying? Why won't he just go away? I'm sure he's a fine fellow, even though he doesn't kiss babies or pat dogs.
Why are we living in the age of celebrities who are just "there"? They're like gum stuck to your sneakers. They are endlessly uninteresting, but somehow I'm supposed to be thrilled when they appear.
Oops, I've admitted to watching television, even flipping through dumb TV. Okay. Busted.
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