Yesterday, for reasons probably related to the fact that I often waste my time in profoundly silly ways, I watched I Get That A Lot on CBS. It's just a basic hidden camera prank show, with the hook/twist of having celebrities (albeit a very generous definition of "celebrity" that somehow includes Jared from the Subway commercials) in regular-guy jobs, insisting that they are not the celebrity that customers recognize them as. Hence, "I get that a lot." Yep, they're dastardly clever over at CBS.
Anyway, it was moderately entertaining at best, though Jessica Simpson's turn as a hapless computer tech was fun--largely because having Jessica Simpson as your Mac repairman offers quite a conundrum to the 20-something geekish male customer. On the one hand, she's ditzy and clearly incompetent. On the other hand, she's hot. You won't be surprised to hear that being nice to the hot girl generally won out over getting mad at the terrible employee. Alas, I missed Heidi Klum slinging pizzas, which has very much the same potential.
Still, my primary thought in watching the show was that I'm very happy that I'm way too clueless to be a competent celebrity spotter. Because even if I recognized my supermarket cashier as Jeff Probst (which is doubtful), I would easily accept his denial. And then would come the gaffes. In an attempt to defuse the situation, I would probably end up sticking my foot in my mouth. Thus, to Jeff Probst denials, I'd probably follow with, "Oh, I'm sorry. Well, Survivor hasn't been good in years, anyway. And the host is so self-important--like he's so tough for just hanging out in the hotel and showing up for challenges and tribal council." Or worse, if I had ended up recognizing Mario Lopez (who was manning a hot dog cart): "Sorry Man. I should have known. After all, isn't he gay? I heard he was, but maybe that's a just a rumor from when he was in that awful Greg Lougainis biopic. And don't even get me started on Saved by the Bell. Zack was ok, but could there have been a bigger douche than Slater? It's pretty clear who the real stars of that show were."
Alas, I don't think I would have anything clumsy to say to Heidi Klum though. My tactlessness stops short of pointing out that someone is way too pretty to be working at a pizza place. I guess I'm just as influenced by beauty as gawky adolescent males.
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