What does it say about me that I love watching "Dancing With the Stars?"
I can't dance like these people. (Heck, I can't dance at all.) I can't stand occasionally smarmy, sexual commentary by the judges. I don't like the skimpy costumes, the racey song selection, and the forced staging of overly-long "results shows."
I am, however, drawn to this show. I can't completely explain why.
So I sit at home, watching, appreciating, and critiquing the stars. These people pour heart and soul into the competition, exceeding their own "two-left-feet" limitations by virtue of hard work, determination, and passion and we dare to couch-critique their performances.
Some stars hang on far too long, kept on the show purely by virtue of their popularity, not their skill. Some press onward, struggling against their lack of natural talent, growing stronger, slowly but surely, week after week. Some survive. Somehow, they make it to the finals and their shot at the coveted mirror ball trophy.
Every season there are graceful competitors who fight the uphill fight, only to fall short. They exit gracefully, they never whine, and they just keep fighting on until their ride ends. David Arquette comes to mind. Arquette had a little potential, but not nearly enough. He knew it. He worked his butt off but it was always just a little short of the mark. When judges criticized him, he took it to heart and worked harder. Arquette was as graceful in ejection as he was in success.