So, um…yeah. This happens pretty routinely. And by “this”, I mean of course the debate between a black guy and a white guy over who gets to be the black guy. Let’s face it: we’ve all dreamt about being Omar Epps at some point. I dare you to say you haven’t.
I apologize if you’re not familiar with the show House, and I hope that you find a stranger kind enough to give you a television. Anyways, the basic idea of the show is that there are these diseases, see, and they crazy, man. They crazy. So crazy, in fact, that normal doctors (who have devoted their entire lives to researching and diagnosing illnesses) are stumped regarding what the diseases are. So they bring in an unhinged jerk of questionable credence to help, and he spends an hour mocking everyone and being as unhelpful as possible. Every time one of his underlings suggests something, he ridicules them and tells them that their suggestion is dumber than paste; yet, he rarely diagnoses the illness right up front, preferring instead to wait until the patient is almost dead to prescribe something stupid, like “aspirin” or “cake”. This is presumably because Dr. House is actually a hobo who murdered a guy wearing a tweed jacket, and everyone just kinda ran with it.
So in essence, House is a show about the most incompetent doctors on the planet and their harrowing adventures through the world of made-up ailments from other worlds. I can’t wait for next season, when they start introducing stuff like Scarlet Iago and Netherworld Fever.
Oh yeah, and there’s an Australian dude in their at some point. Talk about unrealistic!