The slaying of the dragon is finally over and Matt Lauer can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Since Gawker first came out with a report back in March that Ann Curry would soon be on the way out courtesy of a leak that made it’s way to their hands (or was this skillful breaking of the ice to get us use to the shit that would soon befall us?) media junkets have been playing close attention as to how the drama would play out over the next coming months.
One thing that was understood even then was that Ann Curry for one reason or another was terribly unliked by Matt Lauer, her co anchor and grand daddy poobah and that he wasn’t about to sign on(for a paltry $25 million thank you very much) unless it was understood Ms Curry would somehow be shown the door. It was only a waiting game and Ms Curry knew it, to pretend she didn’t read the news or only just found about her planned ouster was ludicrous. To be sure the poor woman was a walking wreck these last few weeks and it showed when she interviewed with Ladies Home Journal (whose cover she graces in August, how ironic and preposterous) when she all and out told readers that she sensed she was a phony (my words) or ‘wondered out aloud if she was good enough to do the job?’ Why she agreed to this interview is besides me but then again maybe she had no choice and was looking for a subtle way to halt momentum against her on the sly.
But it was yesterday where the real madness set in as the world watched this very capable journalist being hurled off the cliff with a distant Matt Lauer who had orchestrated this very moment sniffling false tears and Ann Curry desperately trying to keep her distance from her henchman:
The video of her saying good bye is more entertaining than anything on that simpleton show. Chock full of subtext, body language and passive aggressive swipes. As soon as she says we’re a family here on this couch, she moves her whole body away from Lauer who tries to tilt closer with pretend concern while not altering his arrogant fat cat body posture one iota. Why do smug men over 50 all get that same uncouth body posture. When he hugs her, her arms fold over her body and she doesn’t hug back, whereas she hugs Roker who sits at a pronounced distance from the others looking uncomfortable. She clearly is repulsed by Lauer. Curry derides her “fancy titles” and reminds everyone of all the real field reportage she has done and says that’s the real journalism “most of us” got into journalism to do. Zing, zing. What a weird spectacle, as if someone had died. Matt Lauer is insufferable, unctuous and undeservedly arrogant, looking peeved when Curry shunned his hug and ruins his chance to look redeemable, and then condescendingly acts like her boss and zings her back, saying they’ll keep sending her away on planes and maybe tell her to “jump out a few.” Her tears were raw internalized rage. What a bizarre spectacle, so much energy and money for a show that’s utter drek and too annoying even as background noise. Is all of NBC run by a bunch of lame brained juveniles aka E Network types.
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How icky, (yes Matt had to pretend for the camera he was sad too) but of course that hardly compares to NY Post columnist and dragon in residence, Andrea Peyser who had this observation to make:
nypost: The “Today” show yesterday didn’t just fling Ann Curry, kicking and screaming, under the bus. The folks at NBC ran her over, backed up the monster truck, and, for kicks and giggles, executed her on live TV.
The show didn’t even display a single cheesy segment of her greatest hits, such as interviews with the Dalai Lama or Iranian chucklehead Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. Or, to NBC’s distress, Curry jumping out of a plane and coming up alive.
Yikes, that’s some really scary shit. Being executed live on tv when you have spent your whole career being on it.
Whimpering like a wounded puppy, Curry proceeded to issue a series of cringe-worthy apologies for turning into a “sob sister.” And she made it clear as crystal that being bumped from the show was not her idea.
“This is not the way I expected to leave,” she said. Sob. Sniffle. Sob.
“For those of you who saw me as a groundbreaker, I’m sorry I couldn’t carry the ball over the finish line. But, man, I did try!”
Sob. Honk. Someone, please, give this lady a hug!
Well, not Matt Lauer.
Matt stared off into the distance during Curry’s cry fest as if anxious for his tee time, his arm draped carelessly over the back of the couch.
Did I see a knife in his hand?
Ms Peyser let me answer the question for you. You didn’t see a knife. You saw a bloody guillotine.
Such are the bitter affairs of being a media