According to a press release, The View's Obama edition was its most-watched telecast ever, with 6.59 million total viewers, or just over half the number of kids who watched the series debut of iCarly in 2007. Anyway, it had a lot of viewers.
I thought they did a decent job, but I didn't like Joy's pop-culture segment so much; I would have preferred a question on DADT or gay rights in general. Obama was very good. Still, though, I think he's so bad at manipulating and running down his opponents. All this high-ground stuff was great as an antidote to Bush, but these are different times (already)—he needs to be more aggressive.
Sounds, from this report, that President Obama's taping of The View (airs tomorrow morning) went very well, "pointed question" from Elisabeth Hasselbeck and all. And I'm really perplexed by those who would legitimately question him for going on a daytime talk show. It's not Regis & Kelly, people; The View has had some moments of idiocy (on every episode), but it was far more substantive in the lead-up to the '08 election than most of the crap on CNN let alone FOX.
And not knowing who Snooki is can only help him in the polls.
President Obama will tape an appearance on The View Wednesday that will air Thursday—the first time a sitting U.S. president has appeared on a daytime talk show. Kudos to Barbara Walters for this big get; Walters will be returning for the first time since her heart surgery for this episode.
This is going to be a huge deal. Not only will Obama have to be on his toes for whatever right-wing bullshit Elisabeth Hasselbeck will spring on him in order to score points with her base, he'll also have pointed, I would assume, questions from the left's Joy Behar. After all, things have changed since his 2008 appearance as a candidate.
I wonder which will bring up Don't Ask, Don't Tell or gay issues in general—the left-leaning crew, out of genuine interest, or Hasselbeck, out of a desire to stick a salty finger in the wound between the president and gay activists?
He's got a lot of other stuff to be grilled about, too—BP, the economy, Afghanistan and Iraq, fluffy stuff, the upcoming elections, Shirley Sherrod. Hope he takes it as seriously as one last Hillary Clinton debate.
Joy Behar caught the Inception screening the same night I did. She was fussing with her phone as the lights went down, eliciting a sharp rebuke to "Turn off the game!" from someone nearby. She snapped, "All right—calm down!" Later, she seemed to say she liked Leo but was "terrified" by the movie; not sure she liked it.
Ever since his El Pais interview in 1991—which led to him awkwardly addressing nine gay filmmakers (including Bob King, Rob Tate, Ted Sod, Lauran Hoffman, Nicole Conn and Cheryl Dunye) as some kind of pseudopenance—it's been clear Mel Gibson is a raging homophobe. Now, of course, we also all know what a raging anti-Semite, racist, misogynist and all-around lunatic he is.
All the more reason I'm happy that Jodie Foster stupidly decided to stick with her buddy Mel (they made a bad movie called Mavericks together and became pals—imagine what he says about her behind her back) and direct him in her big new movie The Beaver (the jokes write themselves) that now will be impossible to market.
Fuck them both. And fuck you, too, Whoopi Goldberg—I have lost a lot of respect for you in your lame, illogical, biased defense of Gibson. People don't get drunk and spew anti-Semitism unless they're anti-Semitic. And people who aren't drunk, but who tell their GFs they'll get raped "by a pack of niggers", are racist. Period:
Good grief, the rich and famous will stick up for each other over anything!
Via Joe.My.God.: Yesterday on The View, fill-ins D.L. Hughley and MSNBC's Thomas Roberts (the former much more so than the nervous latter) contributed to a discussion on the FDA's decision to maintain its ban on blood donations from any men who've had sex with other men since 1977. Hughley eventually stated agreement with the decision, stating that "political correctness" has no place in the medical world.
"Gay-lifestyle" foe D.L. Hughley and out MSNBC anchor Thomas Roberts joined The View today, and the results were...a whole lot of crazy coming from Elisabeth Hasselbeck and way too many prayer-obsessed hosts. The debate was whether or not President Obama should have referenced prayer regarding the BP spill. Joy Behar said no because it's not logical, which led to Hasselbeck insisting that prayer IS logical. Oh, and of course Sherri Shepherd emphatically believes prayer "works."
If you hate Perez, you won't want to watch his brief segment with level-headed Joy Behar. But the salient info gleaned was that the image he linked to was absolutely not of Miley with no underwear and he didn't PhotoShop it (if you've seen his PhotoShopping skills, this isn't hard to believe); Behar has viewed the photo, and while she finds it distasteful and invasive (don't get me started on where we'd have to draw the line in litigating distasteful and invasive—but it's at least a conversation worth having about what is either of those things), she definitely didn't contradict him on these points.
Elisabeth Hasselbeck was seething all through The View's interview with Kathy Griffin, but it never got past Griffin telling her, "Actually, this moment is what I live for—so bring it!" All Hasselbeck could muster? "It's all...cool."
GLAAD's Rich Ferraro has consistently invited me to his organization's events and I've consistently declined; I officially cover so many events for my dayjob and unofficially cover so many events on my blog for fun that my thought has been I don't really need to hyperextend myself by marrying the two and officially covering an event for my blog.
Gays & thespians: Honoree Nixon with Prayers for Bobby's Weaver
But The 21st Annual GLAAD Media Awards were honoring Cynthia Nixon and Joy Behar (two of my favorite redheads—the red carpet was truly red/orange...it was a Night of 1,000 Gingers) so I made it my first red carpet, quickly discovering that doing an event with no boss to please and nothing to lose and yet having orchestrated access to the main attractions can wind up being the best of both worlds—officially fun.
From where I stood
I arrived around 3PM for press check-in. There was a crush of people and the nice lady at the desk wasn't; I asked where to go and she said up the escalator, which isn't really that descriptive considering I was in the Marriott Marquis in Times Square (a place I was at on 9/10/01, and where I discussed going to the World Trade Center the following day to get TKTS tickets for a show...something that never panned out, obviously). I went up, as commanded, but couldn't figure out where to go next. I was pointed in many directions, finally landing on the third floor. (You'll see from the photos that I was much even more disheveled and droopy than usual.)
All my B-roll footage:
Here, I found my spot on the line—right toward the end. Red carpets are like the social caste system made manifest, or like a literal food chain. On the latter, I would be the seeds the birds poop out to keep the plants growing. To make it less metaphorical, I was two slots behind something called Autostraddle.com, which I refuse to look up because it sounds like one of those mechanical dildo sites. (I broke down and looked it up—it's a kinda great lesbian site with lots of traffic.)
But it turns out my spot wasn't so bad (considering I'm just some guy with a blog) because most of the stars were rather available and those who weren't were stopping to my left to do stuff with GLAAD. At first, I was right next to Ben Harvey and Dave Rubin of Ben & Dave's Six Pack(pictured, image from Metrosource).They were also covering for Queerty,though I wondered if they might not get less frozen reactions if they left the Queerty part out (I still link to Queerty, but I think it's fair to describe it as somewhat caustic).They were cute and as nice as can be; I point this out because the act of having a six-pack makes people gushingly nice, but the act of having six-pack abs usually does the opposite. They were professional and hot, the types of guys you wouldn't hate being stuck on a crowded elevator with, so I hoped they'd help attract stars, Suddenly Last Summer-style.