No one cares that Jay Leno is leaving. I've never cared for him. Technically, I don't even watch late night television. I enjoy Conan O'Brien. I like his comedy methodology, but I've never really watched his show a lot. But Jay Leno, as Gawker's "Cajun Boy" explains, who has tons of love for the old, red state loving comedian?
Maybe this is why:
You see, Jay Leno is sort of like a wife or a husband or a lover that you just sort of settle for. He's a serviceable, but utterly passionless flame. He's nice. Jay Leno is the nice guy. He's safe. And despite all the harping and preaching about how much we love nice people in America, we don't truly let ourselves get too emotionally involved with them. The rebels and the bitches are the ones that we fall for, in every possible way, and there is nothing rebellious or bitchy about Jay Leno, despite the fact that he collects hot rod cars and rides motorbikes, which sort of makes it even all the more pathetic that we're not crazy in love with him.
Christ, I am a Jay Leno. Sure, I'm not ever described as nice, but I'm a Jay Leno!
Yuck.
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