Rose's Cantina

My newest guilty pleasure is a daytime show called The Revolution which features celebrity trainer Harley Pasternak and stylist Tim Gunn. I like the show because it's different. It's not just a medical show or a chat show or a psychotherapy show. I'm so damned tired of Kelly and Ellen. I'm starting to get really pissed at Dr. Oz. I mean how many vitamins can a body take in one day? And don't get me started on Dr. Feel with his folksy "I been doin' this a loooong time by the way buy my book". I want something to perk me up in the middle of the afternoon, not put me to sleep. The big feature of The Revolution involves a weight loss story. It's shot over five months and involves one "hero" who is trained and fed by Harley and dressed by Tim, then headshrunk by a doc named Tiffani and medically examined by a doc named Jen. Somewhere in the middle is Ty Pennington, the Extreme Makeover: Home Edition bingocaller . I'm not quite su...

Last night's edition of The Xpoit Factor gave the term "over the top" new meaning. Did you see it? Pussycat Doll Nicole Scherzinger had a breakdown on national television after she threw poor Rachel Crowe to the wolves. And Rachel looked as if she was going to stroke out. Hope they've got their health insurance paid up. This show is ridiculous. It isn't about the "talent". It's about which of the judges can throw the biggest hissy fit when their mentees get the boot. They don't judge on talent; they judge on turf. L.A. (Little Ass) Reid is only on the show to beat Simon Cowell at his own game. Cowell expects everyone to do what Simon says, otherwise he starts to get the lip on. Paula Abdul still doesn't know where she is, and Nicole acts as if she's having a permanent nervous breakdown. Cuckoo! Cuckoo! And where did they get that guy Steve Jones? His plastic is starting to show! It makes me long for American Idol . At le...