Just the image of Nancy Grace sets off emotion in people. There is no grey area with her. I’ll be honest….I’m not a fan or hers but I respect how she has branded herself. If you ever are in public and a screaming match breaks out……stick around…there is a pretty good chance Nancy Grace will show up. The recipe is quite simple: Take some Jerry Springer, a dash of Larry King, sprinkle a small amount of Meet The Press, focus on a missing, cute, white girl, take calls that only agree with you, and scream at people on your panel.
I actually lay awake at night fearing that Susan Moss (her number one screaming panelist) will gnaw her way through my dry wall and devour my foot like a malnourished komodo dragon. If I acted as a kid like these panelists do on her show, I would have been sent to my room without dinner. Nancy Grace tries to pull her act at my parent’s dinner table then mom is getting the wooden spoon and dad is loosening his belt.
Just when ya think her head will spin around and pea soup will be forced from her trachea she takes a call about her twin girls. A “random caller” (really? we all know they are set up) asks Nancy “Ooooooo Nancy….how ARE the little ones?” Suddenly Nancy’s face morphs into this sweet, serene look and she coos, “Bless you. My babies are my anchor. My strength. The reason I breathe.” That’s great Nancy…aren’t they sixteen now? Maybe one of them is engaged to Hef. It’s not like they just came home from the NICU. Again, Nancy KNOWS how to play it. She KNOWS how to play YOU.
Nancy Grace just had her highest ratings EVER last month. Like her or hate her you KNOW her. For today…that’s all I have….Good night friend. 🙂
Perfect description of this woman. She’s hard to listen to sometimes for sure.
I love your blogs BTW!!