Dancing with the Stars has featured Heather Mills, a one legged woman, Marlee Matlin, a profoundly deaf woman and of course Lisa Rinna who was born with a severely under developed sense of shame. Is it me or is this show quickly becoming the Special Olympics of televised celebrity competitions?
Perhaps next year we will see one of the female dance partners sexily slinking to a to a spicy salsa beat while deftly avoiding the puddles of drool that the retarded kid from "Life Goes on" has left on the dance floor. Or if the stars align just right, maybe Michael J. Fox will go off his meds long enough to bust out some involuntary break dancing moves.
I know that was sick and cruel, but I guess that's my point. Is it really that entertaining to watch this or simply a sick fascination? Have we sunk so low as a society that we really enjoy tuning in to watch people struggle at things they clearly were not meant to do? What's next? Playmate week on Jeopardy? Maybe, "NBA Spelling Bee." Another Bonnie Hunt sitcom?
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