May 25, 2009 11:56hrs. --- I'm at my folks's place in Jefferson, so I have momentary access to a television. “The Price is Right” came on at eleven o' clock in the morning, making this the first time in years that I've seen the show. In my fuzzy, croaking, just-out-of-bed brain state I found the show completely undignified and repulsive. The Price is Right is a depressing microcosm of a too-large portion of most Americans' lives. All that tacky glitter, the flashing light bulbs, the stylized games... it's like an ugly retail labyrinth in which everyone is hopelessly, hopelessly ecstatic to be wasting their time.
Would I try to guess the prices of six grocery items for a chance to win sixteen grand? Sure. But why does everybody soil themselves jumping up and down when selected as a contender? Are we really that excited about being on-camera and having a chance to win a billiards table? Come now.
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