I ventured to Puh-flugerville, TX tonight to watch the This American Life movie theater simulcast of Ira Glass on stage in NYC peddling his TV show. I've only seen snippets of the TV show, being too cheap to shell out a whole $1.99 for a full episode on iTunes, and it looks quality. Any sexual attraction that I once had to Ira is really gone, but I can see how he just stabs his metaphorical dick into the hearts and minds of women of my demographic. Dreamy, nerdy, overeducated white chicks past the age of 30 LOVE THIS ASSHOLE. Hell, I love him. I drove 13 miles to a BF suburb to pay $20 to be emotionally played like a harpsichord for two hours. AND IT WAS GREAT. No regrets! Play me!
I still have my Shrine to Ira, created c. 1999. In it, I have some old photos of him, the first-ever TAL-themed premium (rub-off tattoos, still intact), a 29 cent LOVE stamp (29 cents!!!! Don't forget the postage hike on 5/12--42 c!) and a cut-out from an article of the phrase IRA GLASS: RADIO TURN ON. I can't even begin to think about who I'd build a shrine to (its all in a silver picture frame) these days. Any votes?
Posted by Zerd at May 1, 2008 10:24 PMCount me among the lovers of Ira. On Sunday mornings, my husband always says, "Your boyfriend is on the radio." If only...
Posted by: sunny at May 2, 2008 12:59 PMI decided not to shell out the $20 and I had to work that night, anyway, so I didn't go. Jad A-------d of Radiolab is my new public radio crush, but I'll always love Ira. And I'm under 30 (barely)
Posted by: Laurie at May 3, 2008 02:30 PMMartin Donovan shrine! Duh!
Posted by: Jennifer LaSuprema at May 8, 2008 12:03 PM