I am at home in my sweats with supreme reign over the remote control.
The new season of Dancing with the Stars began on Monday and spilled into Tuesday; thinly spreading 45 minutes of programming over 4 hours. The celebrities on DWTS are a mix of age, body type and skill; some are athletes the rest are performers of one kind or another. They keep it pretty competitive and are judged harshly by the standard two-guy-and-one-girl panel of experts.
I have a soft spot for dance, especially ballroom. I took a bunch of lessons and even tried teaching at an Arthur Murray franchise. Alas, it was too hard for me to sell lonely dudes limited human contact by the hour -- harder still when most of that time is spent telling him that his posture is bad. So I hung up my suede soled shoes and sparkly gowns (actually I never had a sparkly gown, but it does set the picture) and now I watch someone else's reality on TV.
Is it just me or does Monica Seles look just like Heather Mills? It's spooky: same nose, same hair, same build, same dance partner, and Monica even dances like she has an artificial leg. They are the essentially the same person with interchangeable heads ($48 million dollars notwithstanding). My very early favorite to win is Kristy Yamaguchi for no other reason than she's the best dancer out of all the stars but, as Marie Osmond proved to us last season, it's not about the dancing it's about having the state of Utah call in after the show.
Separated at birth: Seles & Mills
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