So who's the baby daddy?

A friend of mine named Jeff who maybe wishes to remain anonymous but who lives in Chicago and was born with Pittsburgh in his blood but was raised in Florida where he lived until he was in his 30s (and who visited us relatively recently) was an audience member at Jerry Springer on Monday, October 22, 2007.

"I'm not ashamed of seeing Springer!" he told me via email, though I corrected all his capitalization and whatnot.


"Springer was awesome. That shit is so staged!"

"Do they pause for commercial breaks?"

"Yes they pause for commecial breaks! They send the two parties out of the room for a couple minutes. Jerry makes small talk with the audience sometimes. Then they bring them out and make them fight again. There was much nudity. We got mooned by 2 guys on stage (there was way too much sack showing from behind), flashed by some chick in the crowd and by another guy in the crowd. It was not a pleasant experience."

"So it's not like NFL, where they just stand around on the field and then get the signal to go at it again. Do you think they are real people??"

"I think they're actors. There was nothing that looked remotely authentic about the entire show."

"Now I can sleep well. It's like when I found out the truth about WWF."

For the record, I suspected it all along. Really.

The saddest part of the story? Oprah also tapes in Chicago. You'd think Jeff would choose something a L I T T L E M O R E cultural.