I don’t understand Dancing with the Stars. Who are the stars? The hard looking Crimean immigrant dancers? The slag of former childhood stars, retired athletes, and Teen Beat covers from the 80’s they dope up and dress in sequins and force to dance the rumba if they want to pay their rent? I didn’t mind when the show was called Splash and they were rolling Louie Anderson off a plank like a beached baleine back into the surf. I suppose DWTS is the clitoris of television. I don’t get it but women seem to think it’s important. Danica McKellar seems different. I guess she skipped the heroin, depression, and armed-robbery phases of child actor matriculation because she looks pretty good. Like all men who used to watch The Wonder Years, I’m rooting for Winnie, and hoping she gets into porn before she pushes too far past her Sell By date.
Photo Credit: AKM-GSI, Splash