Sigh. I’m trying to keep it together. But, it’s hard, ya know? Woke up this morning, still sad that white-trash-but-somehow-endearing, semi-literate wrestling couple Lori and Bolo were eliminated from last night’s The Amazing Race–what can I say? The show for me is like a relationship gone south: you feel dirty watching it, but there’s occasional titillation to be had–only to learn that Paige Davis has been fired as the host of Trading Spaces. What the fuckety fuck is that?
It seems that “TLC is taking Trading Spaces in a new creative direction, transitioning to a “host-less” format this spring.” Wonderful, just wonderful. No longer will I be tuning in to see the hostess with the mostest, what with her low-slung jeans and midriff-baring tees prancing and dancing around. Oh no. Instead, the show will probably continue with its effeminate mid-west and southern “designers” painting rooms black-with-a-black trim or, even worse, Hilda with her feathers-glued-to-the-wall masterpieces. Rumours abound, of course, from Paige being too fat (wha?) to her, um, striptease and sex tapes.
Luckily, the milliner picked up the season 7 box set of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, so we’re good for a while. Mmmmmm, Willow.