When I’m in between gigs and have time in the middle of a weekday, I watch The View. After the silly chortles and accusations of faggotry — like I‘ve declared a preferred brand of douche — from dudes, I explain my interest:

A. It’s an ensemble discussion show featuring different personalities discussing news “hot” topics, something that my friends and I often do when together and you may too. See, I liken it to our personal experience to get the common ground for comprehension — slick bastard that am I. Obama cares, shouldnt I?

B. It’s something The MAN doesn’t expect me to do! The View ain’t made for black men of my age range — evidenced by the fact that I can only watch half of an episode (Target’s designer fashion lines and breast pumps hold no appeal; ok, the latter does a little). What is the media telling middle-aged white women– my racial and cultural opposite — that I’m not supposed to know?

Turns out not that much.

Actually, it’s pretty close tothe Sunday Night Smackdown I usually witness, save more diversity and better lighting — and that’s about all the difference. A multi-ethnic, cultural, inter-generational cat-fight on all issues of the day: THAT’S ENTERTAINMENT!

You’ve got Barbara Walters , so well renown I needn’t provide a link, as the chief hen matriarch (my white grandma — not in a Barack way). She pecks the others often when not resting in her plush coffin sustained on the blood of virgin boys.

Super lesbian of the left Rosie O’Donell had to leave from her bullying of the cute Republican Liz Hasselbeck (who is very Michelle Malkin like: better seen than heard).Sherri Shepard replaced Star Jones, an exchange of bling-bling egocentrism for socially conservative big chocolate tits on the panel (I approve). Her and Liz form the traditional wing, with all the intellectual insight of the dark ages.

Liberalism also has two big mouthed voices.

Whoopi Goldberg replaced Rosie for the two-for-one role (woman + gay swapped for woman + black), which I welcomed for her innate coolness ( she was on Trek after all) and not being uber-preachy like O‘Donell. Joy Behar I also enjoy for her comedy wit, New York sassiness and keep-it-real attitude (Mama Mia, what a spicy MILF-ball!). Comediennes seem best able to articulate their opinions (though not always) and keep things from getting too heated (in theory).

That they gloriously fail at each makes the funny. Watch it once and you’ll see why it’s been on for a decade, but be sure to bail out at minute 27 — after which it’s shit-no-guy-cares-about or celebrity kiss ass time.

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