I never thought I’d ever watch Dancing with the Stars again in my life. The premise was tired. The “stars” were less actual star than one would hope. And the behind-the-scenes shenanigans were too staged and expected.
Then I saw this picture.
And so, being the nerd that I am, I watched DWTS last night. I was not disappointed.
Sure, he’s not a great dancer, but he’s got a certain flair. He danced to “Weird Science” in a be-dazzled lab coat. He already worked evolution into the conversation, and it was only week one. And he calls their pairing “Hot Knowledge.” While Bill Nye doesn’t exactly exude sex appeal (sorry, Bill—I love you, man), being smart is actually pretty hot in my book.
Suffice to say, there was no writing for me last night. I put any and all work aside. Instead, I watched Bill Nye tear up the dance floor. And next Monday, I’ll be watching again. Will he destroy the idea of intelligent design while preparing to dance the quick step? A gal can dream.