Larry King creeps me out for a number of reasons, but the main thing is this: He lacks tact. While I am not some kind of huge Marie Osmond fan, I like to think of her as the sister I never wanted. She’s been a part of my life for a long time and I feel sorta protective of a woman who tells corny jokes AND laughs at them. I had a friend who worked with her brother Donny when he was in “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat” and was told that Donny was a stand up guy. I dig that. No diva moments. Cool…and while we’re at it, Marie is kickin’ butt on “Dancing with the Stars”…so when Larry dropped the ‘So, your son is in rehab’ business, I wanted to pimp slap him. It’s really none of our business.
I think she’s got enough going on without Larry King just throwing it out there. Sure, as a celebrity you give up your right to privacy–to a point. It would have been nice if he had asked her if she wanted to discuss that prior to air time. I only saw a clip of it and the look on her face said it all. Since I’m pretty sure she would never say the ‘f’ word, she still had that ‘WTF?’ look on her face. I wouldn’t have blamed her for saying “WTF?”–matter of fact, I would go right out and buy a copy of “Paper Roses” and play it in her honor.
Larry, I just don’t get you, man. Tact. Get some.
Marie, if you happen onto this blog, know that my kid thinks you’re pretty groovy with the corny jokes. You can adopt her. You’ll have more controversy. You’ll also be an instant grandma. Let me know what you want to do about visitation rights. AND keep your chin up. I’m sending you chocolate. It helps.
Larry King…oy.
Thus ends my rambling rant.