Many shows on television are stupid, but few are as flagrantly stupid as The Masked Singer. This is a good thing, I have decided, for no good reason. Whatever, gotta be looking at something when your eyes are open. On Wednesday’s second episode, we heard the phrase “sexy toothbrush,” a play on a celebrity’s name (“Chris Pineapple”), and the mulling of the possibility that Barack Obama or Ruth Bader Ginsburg might be one of the contestants. Meanwhile, a certain punchiness is now apparent within most attendees of this taping—there’s the ridiculous panel, of course, but also the audience is apparently perpetually in such a state of frenzied joy. The projection of their reactions is so broad it’s like the emotive equivalent of interpretive dance.