I’ve been on television (briefly); I found the experience to be, at best, an exercise in discomfiture. Others embrace it with great perhaps too great enthusiasm:
So they had a human interest story on the local news this morning about some local guy who had applied as a contestant on The Biggest Loser twice before and been rejected, but had actually received an invite from the producers to this year’s casting call.
Those of you who thought that The Biggest Loser was actually a weekly Congressional wrap-up on C-Span may be forgiven.
Why had they called on him? Well, he spent the last year engaging friends and friends of friends in the video and music industries putting together a musical video plea describing why he should be on the show.
If your next question is “Did he spend any of those twelve months actually trying to lose weight?” well, you’ve missed the point. The idea is not to get thinner, but to be lionized, however briefly, for getting thinner. None of that hiding one’s light under a bushel stuff: today, you clear all the bushels from a whole acre in an effort to get someone anyone to notice a tiny bit of illumination.
Tam says she talked back to the screen. (This is what she said.) I don’t blame her in the least.