Entertainment Columns
She’s stolen priceless works of art, a jury trial and a room full of orphans. She’s stolen the Hope Diamond and put it back, all because she was bored. And she’s stolen — cue the schmaltz in three … two … one — the hearts of viewers.
Maybe it was MTV back in the day with its three-minute bursts of Cyndi Lauper and Lionel Richie. Or it could be the fact that the meat we eat has been injected with more questionable substances than Barry Bonds during his prime. But somewhere along the way, our national attention span has come to rival that of a fruit fly on spring break after its fourth beer bong.
You may not guess it from looking at me, but I’m not that interested in food. Especially not on TV, where the Food Network seems to be all about cuisine this and fusion that. (For the record, the only cuisine I’ve eaten had the word “lean” in front of it, and the closest I get to fusion is ordering fries with my quesadilla at Del Taco.)