Hi All,
I've been lurking for a while, but last night's shows with Marverine have pushed me out of the closet.
I've seen a few threads where people have expressed a... few reservations... about particular presenters and their styles. Lol. And I generally agree, some people are just more naturally irritating than others! And I had Marverine fairly high on my personal irritation scale. The grimacing, eye rolling and hyped up manner were not restful.
But then I watched her on two shows last night and was quite taken aback. It was as if someone had frozen her head and eyes in place, and ironed out all the natural bubbly-ness that makes her who she is. She didn't look as if she was getting any pleasure out of the experience. I can only assume she's had one of those presenter style sessions where 'they' critique performance (like the one where the Philosophy guest was told he had to wax the back of his hands!).
I felt terrible for her. I would rather have a real person irritating me, than a censored carbon copy of the perfect plastic presenter.
What about you?
I've been lurking for a while, but last night's shows with Marverine have pushed me out of the closet.
I've seen a few threads where people have expressed a... few reservations... about particular presenters and their styles. Lol. And I generally agree, some people are just more naturally irritating than others! And I had Marverine fairly high on my personal irritation scale. The grimacing, eye rolling and hyped up manner were not restful.
But then I watched her on two shows last night and was quite taken aback. It was as if someone had frozen her head and eyes in place, and ironed out all the natural bubbly-ness that makes her who she is. She didn't look as if she was getting any pleasure out of the experience. I can only assume she's had one of those presenter style sessions where 'they' critique performance (like the one where the Philosophy guest was told he had to wax the back of his hands!).
I felt terrible for her. I would rather have a real person irritating me, than a censored carbon copy of the perfect plastic presenter.
What about you?