I may not have as much money as Les Moonves, but I do have better art in my house.
I don’t know why they’d buy a piece of shit like this. I don’t know why they’d hang it in their house. I don’t know why Julie Chen would want a blouse like that memorialized in oils. But most of all, I don’t know what they’re toasting. That’s what’s really nagging at me.
The ratings for Harper’s Island?
The success of The Mentalist?
The triumphant return of Joe Mantegna?
Kinda reminds me of the endless stories in our local rag magazines about rich people’s homes in Sioux Falls. They’ll build a $2 million dollar house and decorate the walls with fake canvas print paintings from Hobby Lobby. April is right, you cannot buy taste.