It averages more than a million live viewers a day, with hundreds of thousands more catching up online. “The Wendy Williams Show,” taped live in the Chelsea neighborhood of Manhattan, is in its twelfth season, an eternity in daytime years. “My hands are sweaty,” she had confided earlier, during the daily monologue that she calls “Hot Topics.” Met with reassuring applause, she suddenly teared up, and, as a stagehand proffered a Wonder Woman tissue box, she confessed, “No, I’m teary because I can’t believe I have a show.” Williams had on a tousled blond wig, yellow sneakers, and a stretchy patterned dress. It was a February episode of her syndicated talk show, and the segment, “Date Wendy,” was the culmination of a monthlong search. screens, each of which showed a man who was vying to enter her tumultuous, open-book life. Wendy Williams sat on a plush red sofa facing a trio of L.E.D.
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