Well, an active one, at least. Because he called me up at work to tell me to find something about the woman with the pickle phobia and post it for my mini-audience. He was positively giddy about the spectacle of freakishness he’d witnessed on daytime TV, and that kind of enthusiasm would translate into a hell of a blog if he authored it and injected his patented weird Philness about Reptilians and crop circles and the Great Magnet.
So here’s what he was giddy about (which I have a vague memory of seeing on the interwebs several months ago, so this must have been a Labor Day week Maury rerun):
I’m reticent to make fun of this poor woman; she’s doing a good job of faking it if it’s not real fear making her run literally out of her shoes. But how ridiculous. Pickles! Especially when the kosher ones are so yummy.