We never thought we'd say this, but here it is: lay off Rosie, MSM. (Goddammit, we never thought we'd use "MSM", either.) Here's some of the latest attack on Rosie Live, from some comedy writer named Michael Rowe, in a piece on the Vanity Fair website entitled "How Rosie Live Slayed The Variety Show":
The fat lady has sung with a resounding death rattle that will
forever sully the memories of family gatherings around the warm-gray
glow of our black-and-white Zenith...The faint hope of the rebirth of
the variety show died tonight. It happened much like the end of most
horror movies. You know, where the grave starts to move and you think
it’s a loved one digging their way out of accidental burial but
ultimately it’s the skeletal hand of a zombie trying to grab you by the
throat.
Ha-ha-ha-okay, three things:
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