Wanted: Lady broadcaster.
“Morning commute” radio in Chicago is a piss-poor assortment that sounds something like this: all-male crew spewing misogyny, all-male crew spewing misogyny, and Eric and Kathy, a male-female crew, spewing (slightly less) misogyny than the rest of their cohort. Never heard them? Let me summarize. Every day, their conversation goes like this: Eric says something awful about women, or makes fun of gay people, or comments on Kathy’s breasts, or calls their traffic reporter a spinster, or talks about how he is a caveman who doesn’t understand his wife’s need to use hair conditioner (essentially, he is completely ripping off Tim Allen’s entire ’80s stand-up routine), and then Kathy squeals. That’s it. Their whole schtick.
I don’t know why I listen, except I keep hoping that one day, Eric will grunt out one of his misogynist conversation openers, and then the air will go dead for a moment, and then Kathy will say, very quietly, “Eric, stop being such an asshole.” It never happens, and reading this interview gives a pretty good indicator why.