Well, American Idol has this year's Kelly Pickler. You know how Simon always picks some hot little item, half his age, because she looks good? This year, it was a smart mouth 20 year old in a bikini. I'm convinced Simon goes deaf when his eyes are popping out of his head. Let me predict bikini girl's future. She will come to LA. She will not be that special there. She will grow a plastic chest, maybe even paid for by some kindly, pro-bono plastic surgeon, and spend her whole life trying to get that fifteen minutes of successful sleazedom back.

At that point, I switched back to "America's Biggest Loser". I won't spoil it for you if you didn't get to it, but last night's made everyone cry, and the ending and results are superb!!

Trey and I lost the family vote, hence we had to watch Idol first. I enjoyed Idol's new judge, and wow, can she sing! But upon Simon's lack of ability to judge (do you remember him predicting Kellie Pickler would outsell Carrie Underwood?) Ack!

So DH and I have this conversation later, and I told him, "You know, it used to be, women wanted big, strong, strapping men because they were the ones who protected them, could provide security. Now, rich men are often scrawny geeks and that's the hunter of today. And men think it's only about having the most beautiful skinny wife, and they're not as capable of carrying healthy children -- especially with their plastic parts. I think that's why there's more dysfunction."

He looked at me, rolled his eyes, and said, "The world according to Kristin."

Well yeah, isn't that what it's about? But he went to sleep and I went back to my book, certain I should have been a psychologist.

Labels: American Idol, bikini girl, Carrie Underwood, Kellie Pickler, Simon