Rosalind Little is Taken With Regis and Kelly

I am taken with Regis and Kelly. I know that some of you might find them to be too cheerful, or cloying, or insincere.

But you're wrong. I know this because they are my friends. Seriously. I watch them every day. Before my daughter Lucy was born, I watched them at the gym, and would become infuriated if I were five minutes late and missed the beginning. Since Lucy's birth, I record them on the Tivo and watch them whenever I get a spare moment.

It doesn't matter as much to me if I see the guests; what matters is the banter. I like to hear where Regis went to dinner last night; I like to know what Kelly watched on TV and how her daughter's dance recital went. I am comforted by the consistent connection with other people's lives.

Does that disturb you? Like, it's what happens when you take an impulse that used to be aimed at real relationships and you aim it at freaking talk show hosts, all disconnected and commercial?

Or maybe you're just jealous because I'm Regis and Kelly's best friend and you're not. Everybody wishes they were Rosalind Little.