I did something Monday night that I’m not proud of. It was something I’d never done before, a fact I was quite happy with until then, but it’s something I’ll likely do again…maybe even in front of my children. I watched “Dancing With The Stars.”
It’s a truly awful show, and millions of Americans love it.
I didn’t watch it for the female dancers, I didn’t watch it to mock the horrible clothes, and I didn’t watch it for the “stars,” either. Truth be told, for most of the couples I didn’t know which one was the supposed celebrity and which was the professional dancer, at least until they danced.