WTF, Emmys?

So last night, I'm watching the opening of the Emmys, and it's fucking dreadful. There are five hosts—Tom Bergeron, Heidi Klum, Howie Mandel, Jeff Probst, and Ryan Seacrest, all of whom are nominees in some Best Reality Show Host category or wev, and all wearing tuxedos—and their shtick is just awful, as Mandel, Probst, and Seacrest pretend to have nothing prepared.

Then they leave the stage, and Bergeron and Klum are standing there, engaging in some more painfully stilted banter, when Bergeron invites William Shatner up on the stage, and, then, in what has to be one of the most appalling bits ever conceived for an awards show, the two men proceed to rip Klum's clothes off, revealing a skin-baring ensemble underneath.

Then Klum took down her hair, shook it out like a '70s shampoo model, and, as Sarah at AfterEllen aptly describes it, "smiled, struck a sexy pose, and said, "Now that I've got your attention..." (Because who would pay attention to her with her clothes on?)"








Shaker Sarah in Chicago says, at her place: "Because, you know, there's not quite enough association of violence against women with sexuality in our culture as there is, is there?"

Seriously.