I’ve no doubt noted it in this endless march of blogs before, but I have a small TV in my kitchen. When it’s on (late afternoon or when I start dinner), I actually don’t watch it: I listen to it. News does not require my rapt attention, and you tend to notice good and bad anchors when you only listen to their voice and not be captured instead by excellent dewy makeup jobs. I have a problem with people who can’t pronounce the big words, no matter how handsome or pretty they are.
Anyway. A yogurt commercial came on the other day, and my ears perked up only like they do for car ads. It’s no secret that I would buy any car in the world from Jeff Bridges, Sam Elliott, Mike Rowe (even though I just found out he’s a Republican; why, Mke, why?!), Denis Leary or Donald Sutherland. What can I say. I like cars. Yeah, cars.
But back to yogurt. Carlo Rota. He’s the Dad on Little Mosque on the Prairie. I think he is very gorgeous, and when his voice came spilling out of my little TV, I was glad he was only telling me to buy yogurt because I was halfway out the door to buy whatever car he was selling. His voice is that great.
I would like Mr. Rota to continue acting in anything, but I also understand firsthand the appeal of jobs where you can just show up in your jammies. Therefore, I think the car companies should make haste to his doorstep (or however that works) and line him up.
Just don’t take away Jeff or Sam to do it. Thank you.