Reality TV can bite my a$$

I have two very guilty pleasures--I occasionally pop a Benadryl so that I can eat Nutella out of the jar (I'm allergic to chocolate) and I like two reality TV shows.

The Nutella thing is okay. I don't do it all that often (rarely-if-ever anymore since I found out the hubby is allergic to hazelnuts) so it's not a big pressing issue in my life.

The reality TV though--well lets just say that Rockstar: Supernova and Project Runway have taken over my life. Right now, though, RS:SN can bite my ass. I mean it. Last night was the finale episode and I feel like I just lost 12 hours of my life that I'll never get back. Hubby and I even had friends over to watch it with us--that's how practically essential to life I've allowed this stupid show to become. Why, why, WHY must they make you watch an entire season when you can figure out who is going to win (Pukas! Ewww!) from the first episode? I feel completely manipulated and even a little dirty about the whole thing. I'm not going to bother flapping about what happened on the show--wasting any more time reiterating what happened on said show is probably not good for my mental health. I just needed to vent. No more RS ever. I mean it. Never again. Bleh.

At least Project Runway isn't a total disappointment. I miss season 2 musical numbers (Daniel Franco, where did you go?) and the ever amusing Tim Gunn/Andrea Red Lobster shenanigans as told by Santino. The designers are a bit flat this year. Although one of my all-time favorite lines ever would be from fabulous Laura (and I like her, I don't care if she's a bitch): "It's not your usual full-tilt-boogie-Angela-quilted-extravaganza-of-puff." Love the deadpan. Though, if they auf Jeffery from the show next week I am going to me more pissed than Tim Gunn being subjected to another hour of gross-scary-man Vincent this week. Ewww.

All this means nothing to you all who don't watch these shows, but I'm lame. I apologize for said lameness, okay? Carry on!