Woe is we.
For years, House was Monday night must-see tv for millions of fans.
My son Nick even has all the DVDs, which he watches over and over again.
Dr. House made Vicadin a Household name.
His life was a cautionary yet seductive tale about adventures with prescription medication.
He proved some people can't lick addiction, which made the whole thing a lot more real for those of us in the ugly know.
But how we loved to see him squirm and writhe in pain like a rattler.
How we loved to know the man with no scruples.
But House changed and that's why people stopped watching.
I blame Cuddy for his demise.
Once he got her blouse off, he became a simpering wet, a puppy dog in love.
We hated Cuddy and her perky double D's for that.
It's always a woman that takes down a great man, now isn't it?
Because of Cuddy, our House is no longer our Home.