I go to a buffet place called Soup Plantation once every month or so and every time I go through the all-you-can-eat soup bar, they have this “Irish Potato Leek” soup that looks like a creature is going to crawl out of it and start a new species that will eventually become the dominant one on earth. I’ve never seen anyone eat it, ever, and this is a six dollar buffet that many sleeveless patrons frequent. Somehow, even though everyone hates it, it keeps getting a spot on the buffet line. This is how I feel about David Blaine. How is it possible that he still gets TV deals to do shit when everyone I know hates him? Theblemish.com reports:
Creepy street magician David Blaine will hang upside down above Central Park’s Wollman ice skating rink for 60 hours, completely disregarding doctors’ warnings that he could go blind.
I was really hoping the article would go on to say “Blaine’s doctor added, ‘Of course, then he wouldn’t have to watch the special, which might outweigh the going blind thing. Right? Am I Right? Haha, I kill me.”
If I was going to measure where this stunt will fall on the “How much I give a shit” scale, I’d say it’d be right in between “Co-worker I barely talk to showing me a picture of their newborn child” and “working at a restaurant and having the manager explain to me the proper way to fold a napkin filled with silverware.”
The best stunt he can think of is hanging upside down? Sure, that may be kind of painful, but if you’re going for a painful stunt, I can think of about 100 others that are far more painful. For instance, Blaine could sit through an entire Kansas City Royals baseball game in september.