Moving now to media criticism, I would like to respectfully suggest that NPR move The Diane Rehm Show to some time slot when I’m not listening. Let’s say 2 a.m. to 4 a.m. As it stands, I’m forced to curse and make pained facial expressions during the two morning hours she’s on KMUW here in Wichita. And that’s not always convenient.
Look, I know about the spasmodic dysphonia, the vocal condition that makes her sound like somebody’s dotty grandmother trying not to slur her words after a second bottle of white zinfandel. That’s a tough break and she can’t help it. Far be it from me to criticize someone’s disability. On the other hand, since there aren’t many slots open for radio personalities, you’d think they could find one with the minimum qualification: a voice that does not evoke fingernails on a chalkboard.
You’d also think they could find one with a personality. That’s my real beef with Diane Rehm: the personality. She has no sense of timing, she interrupts knowledgable guests to interject inane non sequiturs, and worst of all, she has no discernible sense of humor. Don’t ask me why she’s smiling in the picture; maybe she’s imagining a deadly strain of ebola that infects only Republican males. That’s another thing about Diane: she eschews any pretense of objectivity. Fine, there are plenty of right-wing ranters out there too. But couldn’t she at least make a joke once in awhile?
The prosecution rests. Except to add that Diane Rehm’s familiarity with world events doesn’t appear to extend much past 1997. All in all, it’s a crappy radio show and I’m at a loss to explain its purported popularity.