Lee Lin Chin Hosting ‘Play School’ Is, As Always, Simultaneously Wonderful And Terrifying
There's a Lin in there. And a Chin as well.
We’re well into 2016, and the foretold Age of Lee Lin shows no signs of being over. Yesterday saw Australia’s favourite TV personality/tyrannical sorceror-queen pick up a Gold Logie nomination as well as a spot on the ‘Best Presenter’ shortlist, after a long voting period which enlisted the help of Rove McManus, Osher Gunsberg and an online campaign that was, frankly, threatening.
To celebrate her imminent ascension to Australian TV immortality, Lee Lin’s taken to that other bedrock of our collective televisual identity: Play School. Long the home of comforting, semi-parental figures like Noni Hazlehurst, Don Spencer and Rhys Muldoon, Play School with an egomaniacal, beer-fuelled fashion diva in the driver’s seat makes for deeply conflicting viewing. On the one hand, children under five might take some time to warm to Lee Lin’s unique brand of sex, death, money and power. On the other hand, no one else will.