Ok, let’s take a little look-see at television shows…a little tv roundup. Here’s what I’m watching right now, AND what I’m looking forward to. I think there’s no use pretending you don’t watch tv when you work in tv…so here we go. (And for those of you who feel compelled to tell me when we meet, that you don’t watch tv, please don’t bother, I don’t believe you even though I say I do.)
A. Top of my list right now: Flipping Out…Bravo. And bravo to Bravo. I love Jeff Lewis, a real estate redesigner/flipper/investor. My daughter says I love him because I am like him, but that’s not true. I am particular about some things but a lot of it I keep inside (be grateful) and he lets it all out.
B. Tori and Dean Home Sweet Hollywood….Oxygen. Hey, it’s fun and gossipy. OK, I also admit I’ve been fascinated about what happened to Tori Spelling since years ago, I read an article about her Mother, the famous Candy Spelling, sending her assistant ahead on beach walks when Tori was a little girl, to plant beautiful exotic shells for her to find. Hmmmm. That can’t be healthy. But here Tori is raising a kid and expecting another, in a somewhat normal fashion, and writing a book about her tortured relationship with the very blonde Candy. Sure they may be exploiting their kid Liam, but at least he’s their kid! (See Baby Borrower’s below)
C. Shows I’ll miss until next season: Hell’s Kitchen….Fox. I don’t think Chef Ramsey is as mean as he seems…in fact I believe he may in fact, be a meringue. Crusty on the outside, soft and sweet on the inside. Cooking term..you get it. Anyway, I wasn’t surprised he chose Christina even though I was secretly rooting for Petrozza. She was the girl of the moment, and does seem to have some talent. Would have been very fun to eat in the restaurant and watch the yelling….
Waiting for: The Closer…TNT. I have loved this show for a couple of years now, and I cannot wait for it to be back…next week btw. 
A Southern woman of a certain age with an attitude, and she puts away the bad guys and says thank yew all the time…what’s not to like?
Waiting for: Project Runway…Bravo. Again, bravo. After fierce Christian Siriano from Baltie won last year, I became a devoted fan…and I await the new season with great anticipation. And Tim Gunn is hands down, the best dressed man on tv. Work it. And all that leads me to…
Playing now, alas: Baby Borrowers…NBC. Crap. Baby crap. OK, I’m sure there must be other people really taking care of these babies and toddlers, but WHO DO THESE POOR KIDS BELONG TO? I mean, come on, these poor little tikes are subjected to, for the most part, the worst kind of neglect. You’d think these were teen parents or something. Oh wait, they are teenagers, and there is a reason we all try to keep teens from having babies. They’re not good parents. Nothing personal, but they’re not adults yet! Sure, there are exceptions to every rule, but teens are for the most part, pretty crappy parents, which is why, while it is a little fun watching them change baby poop for ten minutes or so, I’m wondering who on earth is gonna pay these kids therapy bills when they’re older. “Hey Mommy, remember when you left me with those people who never talked to me and yelled a lot?” Come on NBC. You can do better. The before mentioned programs don’t even pretend to be about something important, and this one does….but it isn’t. Take that. (though I see on NBC’s online “poll”, 69 % of people who voted thought they were helping teach teens a valuable lesson…only 11 percent thought it was irresponsible.)
Last but not least….the ungrateful reader…this is for Heidi (my daughter’s college friend), who supposedly reads my blog and has relayed through said daughter, that I’ve had three bad blogs in a row, and enough is enough. Three…really? Really? Heidi, Heidi, Heidi. I thought that after I sent you the Sex and the City makeup bag (I got two-one for daughter the other for Heidi)…very cute, fun map on NY printed on the bag, I thought you would be nicer to me. But I never even got a thank you note. What would your Mother think?
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