Asher was met with the network-English accent of an Aryan anchorwoman. Her hair was frosted into a bulletproof bouffant. Her spray tan took on a leathery texture under the spotlights, no thanks to the motion smoothing on his new plasma screen TV. She had this whole Real Housewives of the GOP vibe going on. Her male co-anchor was no better—a poreless Ken doll with irradiated teeth, blindingly white. His hair was a shining Plasticine black, the spotlights bouncing off his stiff helmet.
