Sunday, June 12, 2005


Why am I getting addicted to the 1950s version of "What's My Line?" In a world where Paris Hilton defines "class" in the media, it is kind of nice to watch people in tuxedos and pearls ask questions. I don't know what it is, but it would be nice to have this sort of clean fun today. But it wouldn't happen. It would be considered boring.

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