Jeopardy host Alex Trebek had a minor heart attack this week and is recovering at a LA hospital. Given that recovery, I might as well admit that I dislike Trebek. Intensely. I’m sure he’s a great guy. So why do I always want to smack him on sight?
Who does he think he is peering over those little half-glasses at the contestants, sniffing out the answers as if from his own brain and not those little index cards that underpaid liberal arts majors labored over for sub-union wages? No one else in Hollywood wears glasses in public; you know he’s had laser correction and just wears those to fake being brainy. And that smarty-pants, high falutin’ attitude when delivering the answers – what a poseur! This is America, you Canuck: the ability to read someone else’s work aloud isn’t much of an accomplishment. If they ever spin-off a medical Jeopardy, I guess he’ll be fronting in couture scrubs with a stethoscope dangling from his neck. Imagine the hours he’d put in learning to pompously pronounce all those complicated words so he could pretend to be as smart as the contestants. Or his own staffers. Not even this killer X files cameo can make him bearable.
I’ve never understood the allure of TV game/quiz shows, and Jeopardy even less since you have to endure Trebek’s smug fakery to get to the questions.
But, dude, get well soon.
