Wait, People DON'T Like Stupid, Shallow Chatter About Fashion And Celebrities? We're Screwed.
Posted by Jess McGuire at 2:16 PM on May 11, 2007
We've never felt much for Channel 9's rip off of US chat show The View, cleverly dubbed The Catch Up. Well, we felt the sensation of our eyes rolling back in our head when we caught half an hour of it when it first began, but since then? Nothing at all.
That was until today, when we read this.
The panel show Beauty and the Beast, pioneered in the 1960s and revived by Foxtel to enormous success during the past decade, tackled big issues with intelligence, poise and bravura.
The Catch-Up, on the other hand, presumes too easily that women prefer stupid, shallow chatter about fashion and celebrities.
Suddenly, we can't help but feel a kind of kinship with The Catch Up. Sure, we'd never excitedly "cross live" to Peter Timbs in the Woman's Day office to discover the latest on Lindsay Lohan (we'd be reading it online, for fucks sake) but still. If people stop caring about stupid, shallow chatter about fashion and celebrities, then it's not going to be a good Christmas for Timmy and the other crippled orphans here at Defamer Australia headquarters.
As a direct result to this new found feeling of empathy towards The Catch Up, we're going to attempt to adopt the show for a week starting Monday, and really try to convince you of its good points. It'll be our very own (temporary) Maddox/Zahara/Pax/David!
Until we get bored, which will probably be about one post into the project, fickle fools that we are.

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