Last night Stephan and I were wiped out by the heatwave and too tired to work and
we had (amazingly) already caught up on everything in the DVR, so we toggled
between an episode of "Whose Line" which is an awesome show that I think you
should definitely start watching right now just to see how brilliant Wayne Brady
is at improv, and this completely disturbing show on TLC called "I Didn't Know I
Was Pregnant." And, just in case your trigger-finger is itching to tell me just how long that sentence was, I want you to know that I know, and that I wrote it that way on purpose.
Back to "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant." I'm sure you can imagine the prurient horror and fascination
with which I watched this show, since I am still on the fence about the whole
children issue. This show is actually hilarious and disturbing at the same
time, so much so that it almost fell into the realm of a German absurdist film,
or an old Saturday Night Live sketch of "Sprockets." Part of this effect is
achieved by the totally horrible reenactments, and how the people in these
reenactments look almost nothing like the actual people involved in the "Unknown
Birth" scenarios, and how the acting is bad, and the lighting is bad, and the
whole thing looks like a locally-filmed ad for Massengil disposal douce-- right
up to the moment when you're back from the commercial break, and the actress
portraying the unsuspecting pregnant woman starts having a baby.....in the
bathroom of the chicken store where she works, or in the bathroom of the
campground (don't even get me started on the germs involved there), or on her
neighbor's front lawn. Yeah, these were all real scenarios, and each and
every time you're like "Really? An eight pound baby, and you had no
idea? REALLY????"
