Unfair and Unbalanced.

In another life, when I was in my early 20's I worked in "Distribution" for a "film company". I was encouraged by a higher up, who was clearly jockeying for the much coveted position of mentor, to join a little something we like to call WIFT. WTF is WIFT? "Women in Film and Television", dumbass. Get WIFT it. I ponied up because, let's face it, I was too young and impressionable to know what a terrible idea something like this was. The first of every other month WIFT would hold a breakfast for its members to meet, mingle, network and hear words of wisdom from a guest speaker. We were to do all this, by the way, while not eating the breakfast spread that was laid out, opting instead for black coffee because that is what women in film and television do. Starve themselves. Even the ones that don't appear on screen. It was like The View, only worse. Much, much worse.

Some things never change:


Nice to see that America is finally ready for a woman to read off a teleprompter every night at 6:30pm even if it means CBS needs to photoshop 20lbs off her and make her look like a card carrying member of WIFT. Good. Lord.

While we're talking about things that are not new and not newsworthy how about Kyra Phillips chatting in the girls room with her mic pack on? I like Phillips, and the Robeau thinks she looks cute in a baseball cap, so it was nice to hear that she seems pleasant off camera. And I bet her husband feels pretty special these days. That said, how awkward is it going to be at her brother's house this Thanksgiving? I have a feeling that might be a little bit like The View too. "Pass the gravy you CONTROL FREAK"!



Phillips again, making a pretty sweet recovery.



That's all for tonight. You stay classy, Bloggy McBloggerson.