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Mike Rowe has this remarkable likability quality, as in, he's immediately somebody I'd want to hang around with. Like he's never been a dick to anyone, ever, although you expect somebody that good looking to be a dick. I would not be gay with Mike Rowe but I would happily hold his towel while he's gay with somebody else.
I have never really enjoyed How It's Made, and I like it less since I realized it's really How It's Made In Quebec. Everything you see is being made there. For me this makes it into, like, one of the Japanese shows that's translated into English for the new cable audience. It's fundamentally dishonest, like if you watch it with the original soundtrack you hear some bitter Quebecois saying with a heavy accent "Now zees ess how we stamp out stan-less stell seenks to sell to tha stupeed Americains."
J and I enjoy that "Cash Cab" occasionally but this, too, is not reality programming.
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