Read this very important news story here.
Lisa Whelchel will be included in the new cast of Survivor, a show I have always managed to avoid. Now I will have no choice but to watch it.
And then I will sob to myself, because I am sad.
You don’t even want to know what would happen to me if Joyce Dewitt ever turned up on that show.
Center Square: The Paul Lynde Story
Until I mellowed in recent years, it was not uncommon for me to hear the accusation that I was a “bitter queen.” I have also—since childhood—had an unnatural obsession with 70s and 80s television and its stars. Advancing age and therapy has played a part in my being more laid back and less bitter, but has done nothing to cure the TV obsession. So it was only a matter of time before I read the biography of Paul Lynde, the ultimate bitter queen of classic television.
I admit it. When I was a kid, I made prank phone calls. I realize the activity is technically illegal and I would never do it today, but have often mused that those born after 1980 or so won’t ever have experienced this rite of passage. Where childish shenanigans are concerned, it is relatively innocuous. At its worst, it is a mild annoyance only to those being called. Alas, it went out of style with the invention of caller ID.