Gather Round The GBBO Hot Takes Chafing Dish, Dames Nation!
We have some delicious (if terribly sad) thoughts for you
When the news came this week that The Great British Bake-Off was leaving its ancestral home at the BBC for a much sweeter deal on Channel 4, there was some mild wailing & gnashing of teeth up here in the Dames Aerie. Then, When pun-and-innuendo-loving hosts Mel Giedroyc & Sue Perkins announced that they would not follow the show to its new home, we ratcheted our wailing up to a piercing keening and began rending our garments. We don’t yet know if Mary Berry and The Male Judge will continue working on the next season of the show, but if they don’t, the outcome will be exactly what one astute observer predicted on Twitter: Channel 4 will have just purchased a very expensive tent.
So, what’s the big deal? Why does it matter if GBBO airs on the BBC or Channel 4 or BBC 7 or BBC Heaven? WELL. *Your Dames roll up their sleeves, don serviceable vintage aprons*
First, as our readers in the UK already know, the BBC is a very different beast from Channel 4 - it’s a corporation in the public interest. What does that mean in real terms? They produce hugely popular fare like Doctor Who, and also cover the news in a way that’s respected around the world. An analogy for American audiences: it’s their PBS (only better, because everyone with a TV contributes to its funding). So many of the aspects of the show that we love -- the homey charm, the all-in-good-fun, supportive nature of the competition, the lack of product placement, the whopping prize of an engraved cake stand -- they’re all direct results of the BBC’s rules. As Dame Margaret’s husband Richard Burr points out in his heartbroken piece for the Washington Post, those are all likely to change when the show goes into production with Channel 4, which is a network that features ads and isn’t bound by the same rules as the Beeb.
Another huge problem, by our lights, is the money angle, which has apparently been brewing nastily for some time. We don’t blame the show-runners at Love Productions one bit for asking for a more lucrative deal; they’ve earned it by producing an excellent show that’s both a critical and popular darling. The most recent Season Finale was the most-watched show in Great Britain in 2015. Asking for £25 million is not that big a deal, especially when compared with the £204 million the BBC paid last year to keep the soccer (sorry, football) show Match of the Day. GBBO’s audience is predominantly female. We invite you to guess which gender predominates MotD’s audience.
Your Dames would love nothing more than for all parties to get together over a perfect cream tea and work out their differences so GBBO can stay in its correct & rightful home. We hold out some small shred of hope that there are double secret probation sudden death overtime-style negotiations taking place behind closed doors with stiff upper lips and maybe a bit of a bracing handshake and discreet dabbing-away of tears at the marriage plot-style conclusion of the proceedings, but we know those hopes should be tamped down, because we know Tamal is probably right:
But! We being who are are, we would never leave you on a purely grim note. Here’s a bit of a pick-me-up about Big Bincindent Baby Iain from Season 1 (US) or 5 (UK) making good by fixing a Baked Alaska for his wedding, and take joy in how many of his fellow contestants were in attendance, and the fact that so many of them contributed desserts that he go to have a “cake bar” helmed by Chetna Makan. Read this and hum your preferred rendition of “They Can’t Take That Away From Me” to yourself.
This is a very subtle metaphor for the precariousness of all our hopes & dreams for next season
Dame Sophie’s Podcast Corner: An Occasional Feature For Which I Apologize In Advance, Due To Its Likelihood of Overloading Your Weekly Listening Rota
I AM A GOLDEN...oh, wait a minute, NOPE!
Have I yelled with you all before about OH MY GOD, WHAT THE F*CK BIBLE (affectionately known by its slightly shorter acronym, OMGWTFBIBLE), hosted by former Yeshiva boy David Tuchman? He’s drawing on his many, many years of Torah and Talmud study to create a new, loose translation of the Hebrew Bible (which you may be more familiar with as The Old Testament). At monthly live shows in New York, Philadelphia and Washington, DC, he invites friends & colleagues to read sections of it aloud while he makes snarky remarks. That was really all I needed to know, but if you’re also a completist, there’s a solid interview with him on Unorthodox, which is how I first learned about OMGWTFBIBLE.
I love so many things about this show:
Jewish smarties using their critical reading and cultural literacy skills to read our foundational texts VERY critically, with healthy doses of heart & humor. Weirdly incessant repetitions of “I am your Elohim” (Bro Most High, we know! Take a breath & relax!), self-contradictory statements, sloppy biblical editing, rampant misogyny & homophobia: David calls them all out. This is a new (and in some ways much improved) borscht belt for the 21st century. (See also: the new-to-me, absolute genius Yiddish Canadian webseries Yid Life Crisis.)
The diversity of the Jewish guests David has had on the show is outstanding. They include heretic memoirist Shulem Deen, strongly observant young Australian Jews living in New York, Tablet editor Mark Oppenheimer, and Black Jewish food writer Michael Twitty. I think a lot of people assume that because we’re such a tiny minority (and, to be fair, we do all seem to know each other - one day I will tell you the story of how my grandmother set me up on a date with her sister’s best friend’s grandson, a story which involves me taking the train from Philadelphia to Baltimore, armed with a large Tupperware filled with homemade hamentaschen), we must all think and observe and do our Judaism the same way. Au contraire, friends! We are a rich tapestry of people who frequently disagree, not only intra-group, but intra-self!
Did I mention humor? I was listening to the episode about...well, a lot of very gross things recently and was laughing so hard, I had to hit pause for a few minutes while I regained my breath.
Also, and admittedly, this is very specific to me, there is a recurring audience member who is always very, very tickled by many of the show’s blasphemous jokes, and who signals their enjoyment with a loud, lusty cackle worthy of Tom Hulce’s Mozart in Amadeus. I live for this person every episode.
If you listen, let me know what you think!
Meanwhile, here are some bonus links I’ve been saving up for your eyeballs & ear canals:
Dee fur-dee-doo-dee-smash-dee-fishie MWAH!
Dame Sophie Has Very Few Link Thoughts Left After GBBO Breadxit & Podcasts, BUT ANYWAY Here Are Some Links
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