As everyone already knows, Andy Rooney will no longer be the dessert of the 60 Minutes pot luck. The dude is 92. It was clearly time. But why all the internet hate?
Gawker shit all over him yesterday. Social network murmuring has been mostly bratty; one friend posted a link about his departure accompanied by one word: “finally.”
I know the guy’s schtick has been a bit stale since around 1992, but stale schtick doesn’t mean bad schtick; just ask Larry David. C’mon, people! This is Andy Rooney! An American original! Andy Rooney, intrepid jalopy sleuth! Andy Rooney, nerd hater! All jokes aside, he’s been around forever, he defined a niche and filled it well, and he diverted attention to poor grooming away from billions of men around the world with those glorious eyebrows. The guy doesn’t need to be revered, but he needs to be respected.
Full disclosure: right before posting this, I found a Salon article reflecting a similar sentiment. I point this out not to cover my ass, but because it’s a good piece that’s better written than your garden-variety blog rant (*cough*).