My friend Daniella is just now watching the episode and is sending a text every time we’re on-camera. It’s a lot of times. She didn’t believe me.
We are so good at looking interested. Here we are, clapping like pros. And there, refusing to laugh hard at something that is only mildly amusing, despite being surrounded by fake hard laughers. Oh, the guest cracked a joke about surgically-augmented breasts? Good job not rolling your eyes. Look at us looking like we’re not even aware that the camera is dead square on our faces. Oh, god, it’s still in our faces. We are pretty good at not looking guilty, not. Hey, here’s something that didn’t actually happen while we were there but they just flashed to us “reacting” to it.*
*resulting in what looks like my delighted applause as Anderson digs his hands into raw meat.