So I took a chance. Grant it, it was a crazy silly chance but occasionally I still have hope for mankind. You see, last week and this past Monday, as I folded, stuffed and stamped 100’s of benefit mailers I had the television on ABC and well, I started watching…Dancing with the Stars. I know! You don’t have to say anything, I’ve already said it to myself. How could I watch that inane show with its b-list, even d-list stars whirling around the dance floor with creepy looking mannequin instructors. I don’t know how it happened. Okay, I do know. They opened last weeks season with a bizarre Vegas style version of Ballroom Blitz by The Sweet with all the dancers doing some kind of Showgirls routine to it. That was it. I hadn’t been that excited since the Miss USA pageant did Everybody Have Fun Tonight by Wang Chung as a group number. So I started watching the stupid show and immediately fell in love with Paulina Porizkova, the gawky former supermodel in her early 40’s. There was just something about her I really liked, and we know she’s cool since she’s been married to Ric Ocasek for years now. Those bastard Americans voted her off. I suppose I deserve it for becoming so emotionally invested in the cruel lover known as ‘Dancing with the Stars’. Darkness.

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