MY JERRY SPRINGER MOMENT
I LOOKED AROUND, HALF expecting someone to jump out from behind the couch and laughingly tell me I was on Candid Camera. I’d have said Jerry Springer, except in his case I’d have been lured to his studio under a false pretense.
It had to be a joke. It was too surreal, too bizarre, too warped to be true. I longed for it to all be one huge joke, bad taste and ill-conceived, but a joke nonetheless.
But it wasn’t. Read More …