I’m watching the Barefoot Contessa/Ina Garten cut lobster into chunks for a salad, and I wonder how she keeps from stuffing an occasional chunk in her mouth. Oh yeah, she’s on TV. Never mind.
How come whenever you see people eating Chinese food on TV they are eating it with chopsticks, right out of the carton, and not dipping it from the carton onto individual plates like 98% of us do in the real world?
Why does the scene from “Terms of Endearment” when Jack Nicholson surprises Aurora at the hotel in Nebraska always makes me cry, no matter how many times I see it?
On TV shows, when there is a “going back in time” episode of a particular actor as a child, why can’t the casting director do a better job of finding a child actor that actually resembles the main character? Not enough kids in Hollywood?
Adult daughters on TV always call their fathers “Daddy.” In real life, most women I know refer to their fathers as “Dad.”
Every time I tune in to an old M*A*S*H episode it’s never one with Frank Burns, John McIntyre and Col. Henry Blake; instead it’s always one of those not-nearly-as-funny ones with Charles Winchester, B.J. Hunicutt and Col. Potter.
Why must shows always feel like they need to introduce a baby or new child to get better ratings? Didn’t we learn anything from I Love Lucy, The Flintstones and Mad About You?
Okay, I’m quiet now.