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A Cry For Help

I'm addicted to Fox reality shows. It was one thing when I was watching The Amazing Race, The Mole (no, the Celebrity Hawaii version doesn't count), or Survivor. At least they featured exotic locales and required some smarts on the part of the contestants. But when it comes to Joe Millionaire or American Idol, there's no redeeming value other than the power of snark. Although now that the audition phase is over in American Idol, you don't get the joy of watching the judges rip apart delusional fools who thought they could sing (with full cooperation of the producers, of course). And who would've thought that the butler would be the real star of the show on Joe-not-a-Millionaire? Maybe that's not surprising, since any woman who'd sign up for this show couldn't be the sharpest knife in the drawer, and heaven knows that Joe (a.k.a. Evan) sure ain't. Gotta love the off-camera slurping action (complete with subtitled sound-effects), though, as Fox seems to realize that the viewers don't want to like these people, and edited the show appropriately.