Goodbye, Chelsea Lately
I was 17 and flipping through channels to watch while I nursed a bad case of what had to be food poisoning (I cannot remember exactly caused my ailment, but I do remember I was within inches of two buckets). I decided to settle on watching a non-stop marathon of Keeping Up With The Kardashians because why not? I had a large infatuation with the O.J. Simpson trial, and I was sure I would catch a glimpse of Robert Kardashian, Sr. I had no idea that he had a) died and b) his daughter was sort of a self-absorbed whiner. I couldn't keep my eyes off of this train-wreck of a family. I don't know what hurt more: my head or my stomach. Come 11pm, I had stumbled upon a new show. It started with a slightly aged, semi-drunk blonde woman with a little brown nugget of a sidekick. I was enthralled. I had found my antihero. She made fun of the 5-hour marathon that I had just endured, and I was falling in love. This was the beginning of a love affair that would last 7 years.
I have and have read every book Chelsea Handler has written (two of them signed by her). I have had the privilege of meeting her in person. She is one of the most nicest women in the industry that cares about her fans and her message. Her sharp tongue knew no boundaries. Her comments about pop culture and politics, though lewd, were never really wrong. She made me feel comfortable with being myself and owning my thoughts. You only have this one life, so why should we put up with bulls••t people try to serve us? She taught me that.
I was entertained and in stitches for the past 7 years, and I say goodbye to an old friend. I will no longer have a show to look forward to on weeknights. I will no longer have the opportunity to gaze at the beauty that is your nugget, Chuy. I do hope that after all this, the Kardashian's reign on E! fall (reference to last week's episode). You were never recognized as a full force to be reckoned with in the late-night forum that is dominated by white men. Even at the Emmy Awards, you were not recognized. You are and always will be the underdog. I will follow you to Netflix and keep an eye out for Heather's long boobs on the E! remembrance special.
Love you, Girl.