An Open Letter to Reba McEntire

Dearest Reba McEntire,

There are many things I love about you. I love your music. Your voice is tender and heartfelt with a southern sentimentality that is impossible to feign. I love the way your songs are unpretentious and discuss scandalous behavior without making it sound too much like an afternoon talk-show script. I love that you were married to Huey Lewis in that one video. I love in that video when the music stopped and there was a little vignette in the middle during which your fake daughter spilled hot cocoa all over your term paper. I love Fancy!!! I love that you look vaguely like a transgendered person but you are all woman.

As a fan of yours, I am requesting that you please stop making a sitcom. It might be the worst thing on television. I have chosen to watch infomercials that I have already seen over your show. It's not that you can't act. It's the writing. It's your supporting cast. It's the bland banality of the subject matter. It's "Grace Under Fire" with out the edge. What happened to the woman who sang about being the other woman and life as a high class prostitute?! There are so many things that you can do differently and still be on television.

I'm not sure if you would take my advice, but I will freely give it. Please! Make a musical of Fancy!

Thanks for the memories,
Amber