Kind of intimidating deciding what to write about in this new Obama climate. I racked my brain and I racked my brain. I thought maybe I’d write about Garth Brook’s performance at the We Are One shindig. (There was this big chorus of super excited children behind him and it made me feel fuzzy.) Thought I’d complain about how my dad kept yelling “Nobama!” during the inauguration ceremony. (Decided not to even spread his negative energy.) Anyway, in the end, I just decided to focus on late night television.
Despite ranting about Jay Leno one week ago, I caught the show last night and I’ve come to a new conclusion or two. There were two Hooters waitresses featured. They traveled from Denver to meet Mo Rocca in D.C. where they proceeded to reinforce popular stereotypes about attractive women with…the type of breasts and booties that fill out a Hooters uniform. So that was kind of disappointing. They compared the rotunda of the Capital Building to a big boob, which, okay, was kind of funny. And one of them mistook the Watergate scandal as somehow having to do with Julia Roberts and Erin Brockovich.
Only reason I have trouble finding too much humor in the whole thing: I know there are some Hooters waitresses out there with more to contribute to the world than their bodies and their lack of knowledge. So, rather than blame society and America and all of man and womankind…I’ll just blame Jay Leno.
That said, Jay Leno made me infinitely happy because in addition to the Hooters waitresses who broke my heart a little, he had the CUTEST WOMAN IN THE WORLD on the show, too! I hadn’t heard of her, but she runs an antique business with her husband in Fresno and she discovered the oldest baseball card in a box.
At the end of the show, the lead singer of Buckcherry gave Bernice a prolonged hug. Which was this amazing combination of bizarre, awkward, and wonderfully adorable, because, you know….he looks likes this:
Plus he sings that whole, “Hey, you’re a crazy bitch, but you fuck so good I’m on top of it. When I dream, I’m doin’ you all night…”
Maybe it was just the overall beautiful feeling of inauguration day, but something about the elderly woman and tattooed man above embracing one another–it still makes me want to cry tears of joy.