Wednesday night television bites. Just a few years ago, the now defunct WB had Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel on Wednesday nights. The wife and I looked forward to that every week. When that was gone, the wife began watching Gilmore Girls. Now thatâ€™s gone too. What are we left with? Crap, thatâ€™s what.
So anyway, the wife and I ended up watching The Celebrity Fit Club marathon on Vh1. If youâ€™re not familiar with it, this is a reality show where former famous people get on to lose weight. We get to watch them laugh, fight and cry in their struggle to get from â€œsnotâ€ to â€œhotâ€. I donâ€™t care if Maureen â€œMarsha Marsha Marshaâ€ McCormick did get down to 116 pounds, she and Tiffany still look old.
What is this fascination with dieting reality shows anyway? Celebrity Fit Club, The Biggest Loser, Iâ€™m a Big Fat Fattieâ€¦ for this kind of entertainment, I can go jiggle in front of a mirror. The upside of this was that it prompted my beautiful young bride to bake some cookies. Nothing like watching people work out while consuming Dominoâ€™s Pizza, beer, and cookies.