DANCING WITH THE STARS Season 13 Episode 8 – It should be said: the correct couple went home.
It’s just a fact; in the popularity contest that has become the modern-day vote-coveting Americanreality television show, it’s the unpopular kids that get the boot before the pretty ones. Especially the pretty ones that tug at your nostalgia strings and cry tears of humiliation.
Was Chynna Phillips a better dancer than the Chazzie, better than Blahb Kardashian, better than Nancy Graceless? No question. She could dance circles around them.
It’s just that last night she did not. And even with the way-too-generous scores given to her by the judges, America sent Chynna and her heaving sobs packing. I kind of pity Billy Baldwin.
Now if only we could somehow send Brooke Burke packing. Her deer-in-the-headlights teleprompter moment at the end of the show just had me shaking my head. She’s like a wind-up plastic-and-silicone doll that talks (and dresses—what a nightmare babydoll dress that was) badly.
“Our eight remaining couples will t-tease their hand and slip on the spandex next Monday for ’80s week.”
What? Brooke Burke became Broke Burke.
I know it was her only glaring mistake, but she’s been an un-funny comedy of errors ever since she was hired. I need a grass roots “Get Brooke Burke Off The Freaking Show” movement to start. Seriously, people. The Burksperiment has failed. Read More...