The conclusion of The Amazing Race last night was the worst thing ever. Not only did I put up with eleventeen teams all season that I really couldn't stand (there's a problem when you decide that a win by Team Frat wouldn't be such a horrible thing after all) and with Phil morphing into Mr. Gender Stereotype (we'll ignore the numerous pants malfunctions), but I didn't much like the team that won the entire friggin' race. I don't care how well they raced, either. I mean, I've never been keen on sanctimonious hypocrites, so even if they happen to be really good at what they do, I'm not going to be pulling for them. First the family edition and now this? It may be over between us forever, CBS. I won't even get started on the horrible, horrible CSI: NY season finale yesterday. Is Shrub sending you script ideas?
At least Jon Stewart restored a bit of my faith in humanity during his interview with Ramesh Ponnuru. It was squirmy, but in a good way.
And that should be the last of my television-blogging for a good, long while. But, really, blargh.
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