Firstly I was pretty impressed that you ever agreed to the grind of morning television with those early rises. If it wasn’t for the 9am ratings ritual I would be lucky to haul my arse out of bed some days.
Yet there you were, the woman who created Cleo, who took on Kerry Packer, who stood up for those with HIV / AIDS when everyone had been spooked by the Grim Reaper campaign… there you were on my screen day in, day out tackling the minutiae that is morning television.
That meant having an opinion on everything from politics to celebrity to dogs crapping on the studio floor. It meant smiling through gritted teeth at launch when a water taxi stunt was the trip from hell. It meant having to watch Joe Hildebrand do a nudie run, donning silly costumes, turning up at network functions for shows you’ve probably never heard of let alone seen, getting your head around social media and clickbait headlines, learning the name of the latest CEO, and putting up with advertorials for all kinds of nonsense products.
I’d like to buy a Nutrabullet please.
And all this in the face of ratings that are dwarfed by the competition despite the fact yours offers several points of difference in a cookie-cutter landscape.
But it was with some disappointment that I watched your farewell yesterday. It just didn’t feel right. Jessica Rowe was sent off with all manner of tributes, tears, flowers, montages, costumes and castmates. I wasn’t sure if she had done 4 years or 40 years with the show. Yours was reduced to 2 segments and a bunch of flowers they had already given to you the day before.
I’d like to buy a treadmill please.
Admittedly, the lovely Sarah Harris told us you didn’t want any fuss (and it was also ANZAC Day, a day for Diggers). I was presuming it was also short notice until you revealed you had actually resigned 2 days before Jessica Rowe. Huh? Talk about a twist.
And while I’m not about to presume we know all, what should have been a fond farewell was one of the year’s most awkward telly moments, due to the silence of Denise Drysdale. This reminded me of Sam Newman’s silent spat on The Footy Show. It stood out for what was not said, rather than what we heard and for the awkward way Joe and Sarah danced around the bleedingly obvious. The network has been denying any rift. Frankly I don’t know when they last looked at their own show.
Perhaps at this point in one’s TV career we are no longer happy to maintain appearances. I just feel pretty sad that two iconic women have clearly reached an impasse that there are barely exchanges on screen anymore….
I’d like to buy an ab-belt please.
Admittedly Australia has a seemingly-endless fascination with the backstage drama of morning television but it seems to me Studio 10 is lacking the unity that made it special. This contrasts with the current #metoo movement and the things women are achieving together. On the back of a network very nearly going under, these are risky take-outs when television is already struggling to retain audiences.
I hope the way forward demonstrates direction, confidence and fun.
And I hope you enjoy some well-deserved sleep-ins, more time with the grandkids, and a few more causes to grace with your vast media experience.
I’d like to buy a pain erazor please.