I guess I'm the only one who doesn't like David Letterman. I'm glad that he is retired because it means Stephen Colbert is returning to television. I miss Colbert.
One time, I was watching Letterman (something that I rarely did because I watched little TV back then, and his show was on too late for me), and during his monologue he addressed the people waiting in line outside the theater. He focused on this one beautiful woman, and asked her name (this was before he was married). She introduced herself and her husband who was standing next to her. Letterman asked why such a beautiful woman would marry such a fat, ugly man. The man was heavy, but not terribly, and plain, but not ugly. The woman looked horrified and the man looked crushed. The poor guy's face just dropped. It was so sad. I felt so badly for him. I was furious.
As a long time member of the fat and ugly community, I took high offense on that man's behalf. That was just plain mean. I don't care how famous someone is, or how rich they are, they do not have the right to go around being mean to total strangers for the entertainment value. It wasn't funny. Letterman, who has always been ugly in my view, was being a first rate jerk. I have been pissed off at him ever since. I have made no attempt at forgiving him. I'm glad he's gone.
And, yes, I do recognize what my unwillingness to forgive says about me.
