Updated disclaimer: Of course this would happen–approximately one week after I posted this rant, Alex Trebek suffered a heart attack. When my friend told me this, I said, “because he read my blog?” For the record, I had NOTHING to do with it.
Disclaimer: Despite this post being filed under “theVERYsingle hit list of people who should be shot,” I will state for the record that I do not actually want to fire a gun at or intend harm to the person named in this post.
Alex Trebek is a Canadian treasure. He has been the host of Jeopardy! since 1984. Almost 30 years. He’s an institution.
He’s also an asshole.
Trebek, you don’t know the answers to the questions because you know everything there is to know in this world. You know the answers because they are written on the card. Stop making contestants feel stupid for not knowing the answer:
(cocks his head to one side) “Ooooooooh. Nooooooo. That is not the correct response. The correct response is FLOCCINAUCINIHILIPILIFICATION. (pauses for emphasis, repeats slowly) FLOCCINAUCINIHILIPILIFICATION. I’m sorry… (shakes his head as if they should have known better and sighs) Go again.”
I once saw him correct a skinny, awkward young girl during the Teen Tournament. These are contestants on the Teen Tournament of Jeopardy!–don’t you think their life is already hard enough? She said, “Who is Foucault?” (pronouncing it foo-cult, so excited and proud and beaming) Alex said, “That is correct, Fou-CAULT (pronouncing it Foo-co, correctly and emphatically, with a smug smirk followed by the piercing eyes a mother would give her daughter to say, “don’t you DARE embarrass me like in front of adults ever again and you’re going to GET IT when we get home.”) You could see the excitement immediately drain from her face until she looked dead inside, but she awkwardly giggled it off.
Trebek, if I was your mustache, I’d run away too.