Usually I would be done blogging NW by now. Oh, that's a lie. I hate that rag. And this week the task is made particularly appalling its being one of the Jesus covers the weekly magazines have started running every couple of months or so. Honestly, any excuse to put Jesus on the cover. Time ought to just make him man of the year every year.
Anyway, speaking of Time, I was in the supermarket picking up Cream of Mushroom soup (because those casseroles aren't going to make themselves) and the cover was Teri Hatcher, a so-called "Desperate Housewife," looking consternated with a remote in hand. The tag was "Has TV Gone Too Far." Well, after seeing what's going on on Fox, which has apparently drafted psychic and "speaker for the dead" (and, it goes without saying, utter charlatan; The Amazing Randi could take him down in minutes) to speak on Terri Schiavo's behalf. John Edwards is convinced Terri is conscious of what is going on and her "soul" is living in her body. Which is exactly the kind of medical expertise you'd expect from FOX. I think it's an example of someone who knows what to say to make money and doesn't care how full of bull it is or how it affects the only people that matter in this issue: the family.
Oh, where was I. Oh yeah, TV has gone too far. But not on "DH," which, since Gabby and John broke up and likewise Susan and Mike and also Bree and the pending divorce, plus the rerun factor, is less racy than the average episode of "Charlie's Angels." But where have I seen this question asked before?
Oh, yes, on the cover of Newsweek a couple months ago. And surprise, surprise, who was on the cover but Teri Hatcher, along with her fellow castmates.
Did Time think we'd all forgotten?
If Newsweek is icky and nasty, Time is basically a xerox of said ickiness. Except you get swag when you order from the TV. And they make those stupid books.
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