Mike and I watched the vice presidential debate last night. If y’all did, maybe your conversations were like ours.
One of us would say, “Nope, not right. That’s not true. It was actually [insert corrected fact]. ” Then a few minutes later the other candidate would get a similar comment. And on and on. (We are dreadfully boring, I know.)
But Mike didn’t switch this OFF when the debate ended. Marie Osmond came on, touting Weight Watchers or Nutri System or something and said something Mike didn’t think was entirely accurate. Which he pointed out. Actually no. It was even stranger than that.
She did a tiny little dance move and said it was from 20 years ago, and he thought it should have been 30 years.
I didn’t say anything. I did not care.
So he restated it, in a different way.
And then again.
Until finally I turned around and said, “MIKE! It’s a DIET commercial and that’s MARIE OSMOND. Turn off your fact checker!”
And then he laughed at himself and took my advice. Which was good, because then I could never watch television with him again.
You might think he’d be more sensitive to misstated facts on television, this week in particular. Mike is the financial analyst for one of the local television stations, and he’s constantly on the air now that the economy is always the lead story.
NoooOOOOooo, Marie Osmond, so watchit, girl. Dance eras, diet claims, and political facts are all subject to intense, ridiculously detailed scrutinization.