When I was working on my degree in Playwrighting, I took a class called Visceral Writing. Our Professor took us on field trips and we then needed to write a three-page play out of the experience.
I still remember the first class. He took us to Sunrise Hospital to look at the newborns and then we went to a funeral home and through one of those twists of fate that if it were written in a film or novel would be contrived, there was a baby funeral that day. The coffin was white and tiny. The Hispanic family that were following it looked like they had been put through the wringer.
I say this, because I just had an intense visceral moment that made me very happy that I am not living in America at the moment.
I need to say something first.
I really, really, really with the intensity of 1,000 suns HATE Kathy Lee Gifford. I hate her. Hate is too weak a word. I hate George Walker Bush. I hate Bob O’Reilly. I hate Ann Coulter.
Kathie Lee Gifford née Epstein is a class all to herself. She’s smug. She’s pretentious, obnoxious and every other ous. She’s the antithesis of clever. She’s a terrible singer. She spells her name with an ‘ie’. If I need proof that there isn’t a God, I point to the fact that she is still walking the planet because if there were a God she would have knocked her teeth out years ago. And I’m not even getting into the sweatshop stuff and the Christmas specials.
When Frank Gifford got caught having an affair, my first thought was I’m not surprised that he had one. I would have been surprised if he hadn’t.
I’m not a fan.
I hope that her children are happy and well because it is not their fault their mother is a cow, but I hope that they decide to live their lives in such a way that it will cause her head to explode. Like they come out as gay or decide they’re Jewish.
Is that wrong?
What brought this up?
Up until this evening, I was blissfully unaware that she was on the Today show as I have been safe over here. Then I read the New York Times. Because I like to torture myself, I watched a few clips of her on You Tube and I felt my blood pressure (along with a case of the giggles) rise.
I stopped.
I took note of my feelings of intense, visceral dislike and wrote this.
I feel much better now.
Vitriolic rant over.
The best part is, in my wanderings, I found this classic bit from Jon Stewart that reaffirmed my faith in humanity.
