The Bachelor is probably the best part of Monday. The desperate women not only boost my self-esteem, but it also provides great fodder for my Facebook wall:

Dino-Ray: Every time “The Bachelor” is on, I smell the skank fumes wafting from the TV. It’s awesome.

Carla: he’s just such an IDIOT. they all must be secretly bummed — their whore-ish desire for TV attention aside — that HE’S the bachelor.

Ye-Hui: I start to feel bad for him…the minute one girl stops crying, the next one starts haha

Carla: Oh my god. Is this his therapist? Really?

Dino-Ray: I KNOW. Is he sounding more like a doofus with each episode? It’s like he’s losing a part of his brain every hour. It is so sad that he is from my homestate.

Carla: The woman in the zebra dress is freaking me out. What a stalker. Yikes.

Tara: Technically, he’s not from Texas. He was born in Georgia. And I’m disgusted that I actually know that….

P.S. I firmly believe that Brad is contractually obligated to say, “I have a strong connection with her,” at least five times in each episode. In turn, it gives me the runs.

Everyone is goin’ to be talking about this routine tomorrow…well…at least everyone who keeps up with So You Think You Can Dance:

I was kind of moved (but not to the point of tears) until Cat Deeley squawked, “YOUR CASE MATCHES MY DRESS!” That just ruined the moment. It was a real boner shrinker.

In any matter, this is exactly how I pack a suitcase.

The delightful little PR devils of “Kell on Earth” (from left): Emily Bungert, Andrew Mukamal, Kelly Cutrone, Robyn Berkley, Stefanie Skinner

I finally caught a rerun of Kell On Earth and I came to the conclusion that Bravo has finally thrown something against the wall that sticks.

This still does not make up for The Fashion Show or Launch My Line.

However, this show about Kelly Cutrone (head of the big-time PR agency, People’s Revolution) is enthralling, entertaining and is the total antithesis of the aforementioned second-rate fashion designer reality TV duds. It shows the grittiness of the industry. It shows how fashion is NOT as glamorous as people think it is. It shows that people actually do work very, very hard to get things done in a world where people THINK they can cut it – and Kelly illustrates that without any discretion.

The best part of the show is that Kelly looks like a normal human being. She is not glammed up and botoxed out like some sort of supermodel or magazine editrix. In fact, she kind of looks like Darlene Conner from Roseanne – but that’s besides the point. The point is that Cutrone is running a business and she knows how to do it – and she does it well. Very well. It’s a well oiled machine (despite the Chado Ralph Rucci RSVP snafu in the series premiere) and she will scare all those “passion for fashion” types into taking a second guess about making fashion their career. To top that off, she’s a working single mother – the show definitely broadens its demographic with that nuance.

Who would’ve thought that a hard-working, tough-as-nails, F-bomb dropping PR mogul could fill that Project Runway void Bravo was desperately trying to fill?

…or am I just jumping the gun? Thoughts?

Yawn.

Project Runway made me realize that you can sleep with your eyes open and this most recent season of ABDC was uninspiring and gimmicky (can we say “Vogue Evolution”?)

Over all, it’s Bravo TV that wins the prize for the most unentertaining television of the year (with the exception of Top Chef and maybe Real Housewives of Atlanta – I love me some Nene). The main source of their curdled spoilage of reality TV was their overly-desperate attempt to replace Project Runway. Fashion Show was a colossal failure; and just when you thought they couldn’t get any worse, they made the ultimate slap in the face to real designers called Launch My Line.

Vomit.

At one time, Bravo was my touchstone for good and fresh TV. Now it is turning into trashy drivel. They really need to regroup and think of a tasteful lineup of shows that gives them some cred.

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