If you want to watch shit-talking, back-stabbing, flaming, snatchy, tacky, overdone, scandalous melodrama disguised as “reality television”, watch Wickedly Perfect.  Oh my god, I think it’s my new favorite show.  That home shopping network woman, bless her heart (see, if I say that, I can now deliver my critique guilt-free! heh), looked like her head was going to spin around, her eyeballs pop out and smoke would start seeping from under her Clairol bright auburn.  And the name of that team?  The “Crafty Beavers”?  Jeebus, I cracked up every. time. they said it.  It was bitchy queens and homemakers on crack and like an entire a craft store barfed rafia all over CBS.

It’s briiiiiiiiiiiiiiilliant.