The ONLY show I watch on PBS is Antiques Roadshow if I happen to catch it. So it’s Monday and nothing else is one and it is in fact the only thing on, so we decided to watch it.
It’s begging, er, fundraising season so they have the default phone bank behind the extremely homely begging hosts. Normally telethon season is enough to turn it over, but there is in fact nothing on tv, so we stiff it out.
It looks like a nursing home dropped off the Ladies needlework group to volunteer with the promise of free bingo tickets.
The old lady dead center is just scowling at the camera rather grumpily while everyone else is doing everything but taking calls. One old lady has called her husband it looks like and was waving at him on camera, a couple of the others are talking. To each other.
Mr Man and I have been playing MST3K this whole hour. “that colored camera man is trying to steal my medicine!” … “Where am I?” … “I hope that pizza doens’t have sardines, I forgot my teef.”
The mousy 40+ year old host in her 80′s era turtle neck and cardigan just said, and I am not making this up, “your donations will make us more better”. Blink blink.
MAKE. US. MORE. BETTER.
So much for the illusion of PBS being perceived as intellectually superior.