Bloggy Mountain Breakdown riffs on the Cher concert that was televised on Tuesday night.
I went into it ready to engage in two hours full-on mocking. But I’ll be a monkey’s “roommate”-having uncle if Cher didn’t knock it out of the park. Aside from some Cirque du So-lame filler, it was just some clean, gay fun. And that, Burt, is really what the world needs now.
(I didn’t see it–it’s been established that I don’t really watch TV–but I sort of wish I had.)