
We have plenty of very qualified television writers around the blogosphere, and I'll leave the analysis of the Emmy ins and outs to them. Instead, I'd like to focus on a topic I hold dear to my heart: cussing. On three separate occasions, the Emmy censors had to earn their paycheck by bleeping words out of the live broadcast. The first instance was Ray Romano, who joked about his former on-screen wife, Patricia Heaton, "f*&%ing" her new co-star, Kelsey Grammar. Emmy censors just cut away from the shot for awhile. Sally Field noted that "if the mothers ruled the war, there would be no goddamn wars in the first place." You can say "damn," I think, but you can't bring God into it; she got bleeped. And Katherine Heigl, ever a class act, greeted her Supporting Actress Emmy by mouthing the word "shit." She, too, got censored. In happier news, there were no wardrobe malfunctions, and no washed-up rock stars beating each other up over a washed-up pin-up girl. So I guess we don't have to start airing the Emmys on MTV yet. I mean, Fox is bad enough.