Last week I was wandering around Midtown with my friends Martha and Ashlee. As we passed Bryant Park, a man asked me if I wanted to be on TV. I said yes, and he handed me a copy of the National Enquirer opened to an article about the alleged love child of John Edwards and a picture of Edwards as a child, pointed his camera and microphone at me, and asked me if I saw a resemblance. (Millions of people in New York City, and this guy was fortunate enough to find one of the few experts in the field of "who looks like who.") Here was the result:
Lori told me that the anchor said they were taking the Edwards story to the streets to see what people thought about it, and that they were "starting with the harshest critics of all--New Yorkers!" That's me, all right. I'm nothing if not harsh.
Lori said they showed several people (including yours truly) holding up the magazine, but only included sound bites from two people. Which means America was deprived of hearing my joke about Kenneth from 30 Rock being Edwards's love child from his college years. (I've watched every episode of that show in the last few weeks, one of several things I've devoted more time to than looking for a job. It's a fantastic show--check it out if you haven't already.)
As we walked away from the cameraman, someone said, "only in New York," but as I've thought about it that's probably not true. I bet you could just as easily stumble into a TV or movie shoot in Los Angeles, Orlando or even Vancouver.