Which reminds me. Two of my favorite TV babes, the fabulous Megyn Kelly, and the cutest of all the sidelines reporterette bimbos, Suzy Kolber, have been absolutely butchered by horrendous new hairdos.
Until now, I would never have believed that a megababe could approach Helen Thomas territory simply by making a tragic hair styling decision, but they have proven me wrong.
Now I just hope Erin Andrews doesn't show up with a mohawk.
See, the problem is, I didn't even know who Stephanie Abrams was until a year ago, until I found myself after a long night shift at the nuke plant in the almost-frozen Iowa tundra. Cedar Rapids, although a quite large town by the standards to which I am accustomed (Rochester being about 30K, CR being somewhat over 100K, and several cities like Iowa City around it) hasn't much of a "morning life", being the good Christian people they are.
By that I mean only two or three bars are open at 7 am, and those aren't exactly high-scale establishments, but as coach says, excrescence happens, and one does the best with which one is given.
Anyway, I'm watching the morning weather whilst quaffing my morning (post night-shift) breakfast of eggs and beer, when this woman appears on my screen talking up the weather. Ho-hum, says I.
Or HO HO HO HO!!! says I, when she turns to the side.
Anyway, at the risk of being bitch-slapped by the fairer sex at my obvious lack of chivalry (and let's face it, I really have none, especially at 7:30 in the morning when working on my second mini-pitcher) I was impressed.
Had I seen nadin turning to the side, I might have projectile vomited my second mini-pitcher. Had she spoken in my presence, I'm sure I would have.