Today's cuppa: English afternoon tea (for breakfast, I'm movin' fast!)
Let me say up front that by the time I'm Cloris Leachman's age (82), I would fall on my knees (if, indeed, I could even do that) and cry to heaven in gratitude for being one-fourth as nimble and energetic. I'm hardly that nimble and energetic now.
The thought that she's out there tango-ing and salsa-ing and just dancing in general inspires me to step away from the laptop and get on the treadmill or into the pool.
Cloris Leachman has all my admiration.
All that being said, I haven't seen her on ABC's "Dancing With the Stars" in weeks. That's because I fast-forward every time she appears, if I'm watching on the DVR. If I'm watching live, I go make a cuppa or put the laundry in the dryer.
It's not that she's that bad a dancer -- the show has seen worse who lasted just as long -- but I have to agree with those who've suggested that her mugging for the camera, pushing into other dancers' segments and over-the-top interactions with the judges have gotten on my last nerve.
On the other hand, it is the responsibility of the producers and the hosts to keep the show moving along and to be fair to everyone. Someone needs to sit Leachman down and have a serious talk with her. Having fun is one thing. Having fun at the expense of other competitors who are working just as hard is not right.
It's just a little reality show, but that's no excuse for poor sportsmanship and discourtesy, especially from someone who's old enough to know better.
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