Thursday, May 19, 2005

RIP: My Wife and Kids

Wassup, Y'all!

First the good news - no mention of Dave Chappelle this go round, y'all so you can breath a sigh of relief :-). The bad news is ABC has decided to cancel one of the few black shows that managed to escape the urban ghetto of UPN - My Wife and Kids. Granted based on the writing it probably should have been canceled loooong before now, but just like reading FHM or Maxim magazine strictly for the models (yes, that is trifling), I watched that show for one reason - Her Royal Thickness Tisha Campbell...

I've been following Miss Tisha from way back - Spike Lee's School Daze, House Party 1, 2 & 3, Boomerang (where old girl was too funny), Martin (the original 'You go, girl'), Sprung and, of course, My Wife and Kids. And through the years, my girl Tisha grew to become the epitome of south side thickosity. The fact that her presence alone could draw me into watching a show that grew whacker by the week speaks volumes for the thick phenomenon. If you're a frequent reader of this blog, you'll note I'm no fan of the Wayans style of silly, over the top, bathroom humor. Damon Wayans had a great opportunity to create an enduring sitcom in the tradition of The Cosby Show but see what happens when you have every single member of your family working on your show?

Whether Tisha was on the set killing every pair of pants she slipped on or teasing Damon when she got mad at him that he'd be missing out on 'all of this', she was a frequent Tivo freeze frame target. Gotta love that Tivo freeze frame, jack. Looks like I'll have to save the last episode for a while - at least until they drop the series DVD because not only will Tisha be moving on, so will Short On The Rise Brooklyn Sudano. Dang, Damon - if you aren't the ultimate CB'ing, brother.

In the meantime, I'll be keeping an eye out for Tisha's next vehicle - maybe old girl will bring her singing and dancing talents to Broadway for a few and let old Tyrone peep her live and in person like foine shorty Sanaa Lathan. Ahhh, the dream lives on, y'all...



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