One of the guys on our Olympic volunteer crew said he was planning to go down there and be one of the cheering audience, waving a sign reading:
“Diane, will you be my second wife?”
He totally should have followed-through with it.]]>
I get impatient with all the bad dancers and crazy people they show—then you only get a glimpse of happy people who actually made it, and don’t get to see their auditions.
I had to laugh when the judges yelled at the guy with the Mickey Mouse ponytails to get out of the auditorium when they were the ones delaying his departure.]]>
I think the show tends to bring those kinds out. Which is OK. But the ones who are “obvious” like the downs syndrome kid they are nice to while the others they make fun of and are mean and then put on TV for everyone to ridicule.
As I mentioned to my wife last night there is just something wrong with that. I confess I get no joy out of watching the bad dancers and the abuse they take. Usually I’m really eager to get past the initial try outs just because of that. I watch at this stage just because there are usually one or two just amazing dancers. (Like last week’s popper or this week’s hip hop guy in Dallas)]]>
Although I’m fairly sure a lot of those folks weren’t Mormon. (The DJ for the strip club for instance? – although they should have mentioned that strip clubs in Utah require women to be clothed over all the “naughty” bits)]]>