Life at Chez Crone and Bear It has been interesting lately — mostly it’s been taken up with the re-construction taking place on the front of my house and the corresponding inside rooms. Construction or re-construction takes time…precious time. In fact, this ‘job’ started back in the beginning of August as a small spot on the ceiling. Here it is creeping up on October and major exterior and interior damage has been found and dealt with at a snail’s pace. Which brings me to today’s topic.
Somehow I have fallen into the trap of watching (laboriously) Dancing With the Stars. What bothers me is the realization that once again I am trapped by my television and by a show that is oh-so-slow-I-could-scream. Fortunately, I can DVR these shows in order to fast forward through commercials. However, nothing can flip fast enough through mind-numbing hosts and judges. I’m not only fast-forwarding through the hosts, most of the judges’ remarks, and the ridiculously long pauses prior to announcing ANYTHING… I am fast-forwarding through the majority of the show itself. What does that tell me?
1) I’m only watching for the dancing?
2) I’m interested in the costumes?
3) I like Carson Kressley? I do! I do! I was riveted to the old show Queer Eye For the Straight Guy and couldn’t get enough of Carson and his catty remarks and flippant sense of humor.
But…the correct answer is:
4) I have been sucked into watching something because there is someone on the show who has received so much attention and press lately. That’s right…the one and only Chaz Bono.
I admit it. I grew up watching the Sonny and Cher show. When they would trot out their little daughter, Chastity, I along with thousands of others, smiled and said “awwww”. Now this adorable little blonde pixie has grown up into a completely different person. I want to see for myself what this “transgender” stuff is all about. We’ve all seen drag queens (RuPaul anyone?) but I have no knowledge of someone who has gone through this type of life experience and, frankly, I’m morbidly curious. It bothers me a bit that I am so ridiculously eager with anticipation at the thought of seeing how little Chastity Bono grew up to be a Mr. Chaz Bono. Is that the beginnings of a beard? Will he take off his shirt? Oh yeah…and can he dance? Shame on me. Now everyone who has been thinking along the same lines….raise your hands. My, my, look at all those hands up out there!
I like Chaz so much that because I had other plans for the evening, I DVR’d the Tuesday night “reveal” show so I wouldn’t miss it if Chaz should be voted off after his first dance. I actually got up early Wednesday morning in order to watch the DVR before I caught any online news or read the newspaper so I would not see any unexpected results before I had time to watch the show. Good grief!
I don’t know if it’s going to be a long season on DWTS or not. I’ll stick around as long as Chaz does. I’m shamefully dying to see more costumes for him. And, let’s face it, a little bit of Tom Bergeron goes a long way…sigh.