On May 16, Barbara Walters will retire. You don't have to love Walters as much as I do. But if you love television, you must recognize her contribution. Nowadays, the tradition of event television barely exists. Thank you PVR, On Demand and Internet. So in great part, the appreciation of "big gets" is a lost art.
You can't watch the police riot at the G20 summit or the killing of Sammy Yatim in the bus on all those smartphones and surveillance cameras without believing that maybe, just maybe, the era of the thin blue line endlessly protecting its own might be ending. Not because the cops have cleaned up their act. But because now they're being watched.
Every Monday night I need both of my boys asleep by 8 p.m. Because Monday night at 8 p.m. is ABC's The Bachelor; a show I have not missed an episode of for the last five years. "Only girls watch that," the guys at work tell me. "Sexist," I mutter. This season's Bachelor has been one of the very best.
During his first debate with Mitt Romney, Barack Obama seldom looked directly at Romney. He seldom contradicted Romney. He never raised his voice to Romney. He never really challenged Romney. So what happens in the second U.S. presidential debate? OBAMA GETS HIS MOJO BACK!!! He came out bristling for a fight. This time Obama's in charge. He dominates the fight, provides the drive, the passion. This time, no deference.