They’ve figured out that it’s better television to actually pose their reporters in ankle-deep water! I just saw some hottie who probably can’t tell her nimbus from her cumulus, stuffed into spandex pants and standing in water up to her shins, spouting dire warnings whispered in her earpiece by her producer. This is so much better than a shopworn Jim Cantore doing his schtick for the 10,000th time from Nag’s Head or the Outer Banks. Next hurricane, topless? I’m ready for it and I’m sure the country is too.