It’s hard to dislike Don Lemon, but I’ve managed it. He’s articulate and bright-eyed and presentable and charming, and he exudes an attribute that it is easy to mistake for naive, youthful earnestness. For the longest time, I assumed he was about thirty years old. In fact I found out the other day that he’s fifty-one.
Fifty-one! When I found out that he was that old, I realized that what I had taken for naive, youthful earnestness was out-and-out fatuity. That look of wide-eyed youth is, in fact, the look of a middle-aged man who has spent his life in front of cameras and never accumulated much knowledge – and certainly very little in the way of wisdom – about the complex, challenging world beyond the big-city TV studios.