I have to say, as someone who used to be a big ole, stupid fan of Oprah's mid-afternoon talk show, this season has been...crazy disappointing. From Whitney! to Mackenzie Phillips! to Mike Tyson! to Sarah Palin! It's just one ratings stunt after the other. So, the "breaking" news that Oprah is taking a bow from her daytime show in 2011 (less than two years away), didn't disappoint me nearly as much as it once would have.
Sofía Vergara, 37, was on ABC's The View yesterday morning to talk about her job with the show Modern Family and ended up further entrenching my belief that The View and its guests are in need of some sensitivity training when it comes to rape. First, we had the whole rape-rape/Roman Polanski/Whoopi debacle, and now we have Vergara, our normally beautiful and ever so endearing Vergara, joking about her son being the product of her rape at 13.
I woke up this morning to three pieces of news that made me just want to crawl right back into bed. Johnny Depp has been named Sexiest Man Alive by People magazine, people have taken to eating deep-fried fish while the fish are still struggling to breathe on their plates, and Anissa Mayhew suffered a stroke yesterday.
I think the universe needs to go back on its anticonvulsants.
So, it seems Heidi and Spencer aren't content acting like the worst-matched couple in reality-television history on "The Hills" alone each week and would prefer to "branch out" to a show of their very own. Because, OH YES, that's precisely what this world needs: a little more Heidi and Spencer.
I know, I know: Cindy Crawford was having babies way back before some of the current crop of model mamas were even born. So it's not like procreative models are anything new. But still: it seems like a lot of them are popping out progeny these days. I mean, Adriana Lima popped one just this weekend. And Karolina Kurokova popped one two weeks ago.
So have you seen that episode in season two of The Flight Of The Conchords, the one with the lost epileptic dog, where Mel, the Conchords' megafan, imagines what the offspring of Bret and Jemaine - should they ever decide to couple up and procreate - would look like? And it's like a tiny little bearded and bespectacled Jebret. Or Bremaine. Or whatever you want to call it, that's not the point. It's just that it's hysterical.
It also has very little to do with the fact that Bret McKenziejust did, in real life, have a baby, but whatever. Lead-ins are lead-ins.
This just in: Jon Gosselin might be a little bit more self-reflective than we think. Which is maybe not saying much, seeing as we - I - had thought that he wasn't at all self-reflective, but still. Check out this video from Funny Or Die - in which he spoofs and regrets his own douchey-single-dad-on-the-prowl persona - and tell me that he doesn't deserve just a teensy bit of credit for a smidge of self-reflectivity. And bonus cred for "DELETE MICHAEL LOHAN":
Before we begin out weekly Top Chef recap I would like to apologize for anything you read below that doesn't make sense. I caught my daughter's cold and then I walked around in the rain and then I went to an ice hockey game so I am currently all hopped up on goofballs. Cold medicine makes me silly.
Also, I don't think "Strip Around the World" is going to mean what I think it means, but a girl can always hope.
Let's get on with the show.
So, I watched Taylor Swift host Saturday Night Live last weekend and I thought she did a pretty good job.
Of course, this is the kind of confession that's going to get me shunned by my peers, banned from certain websites and dropped by all my Twitter followers that aren't porn. (Thanks for sticking with me, '@Watch_me_ride_me_Misty.")