In the middle of the NBA and NHL playoffs and risking permanent revocation of my Man Card, I watched an episode of “Dancing with the Stars” for the first time this week. Here are a few observations:
- It wouldn’t be on TV if no one was watching. The audience of mostly women was fired up – standing, clapping and yelling as if it were Alabama-Auburn in the fall. This phenomenon was likely repeated by multiples of millions in TV-owning homes around the world thanks to Nielsen’s flawed TV ratings system.
- The show puts a spotlight on the physical and mental demands of learning how to dance like a pro. Beau coup injuries, sore feet, blisters, etc. Last night, Amy Purdy – the double amputee snowboarder from the 2014 Paralympic Games in Sochi – was impressive as she lightly pranced around in his prosthetic legs.
- The wardrobe looks like someone emptied out the Goodwill stores in Dupont Circle.
- Drew Carey still looks weird skinny.
- Erin Andrews still looks good on TV.
Meanwhile at home, I tried to persuade my superior, smarter version of Erin Andrews to take couples dance lessons at a nearby studio, where we could dominate competitions and earn vouchers for the local bingo parlor and Meals-on-Wheels. She demurred, so Truman and I will have to settle on each other as partners.
Meanwhile, we can form a circle on the dance floor around Tony Manero. For a brief nightmarish moment straight out of a Stanley Kubrick movie, it’s the Disco Era again thanks to the Bee Gees, who provide this week’s Hump Day Song, “You Should Be Dancing.”
That means you. I’m watching.