Joy to the World of Reality Shows

There is a new one: "Wickedly Perfect" – the search for the new Martha Stewart. Why? I’m not even sure where to begin with this one. First off, Martha’s not dead. And second, we ain’t heard the last o’ her yet. Oh no. No woman who has the cahones to throw a cast iron pot, or whatever it was, at her former biz partner is going quietly into Camp Cupcake never to be heard from again. No – my friends – the Kmart line and the magazine and the whole darned franchise may be suffering while she’s locked up but she’s still scheming, she is. And whether that’s a good thing or not - we’ll have to see. But I know the Martha phenom is far from gone because though I’ve never traveled the NYC scene, I didn’t have to in order to hear the phrase “that’s so Martha” in reference to someone’s soiree going off without a hitch and ‘oh, isn’t it just so’ – ness. Dahling. Anyway – Martha Stewart will write a book, or two. Martha: Living Behind Bars and Decorating Small Spaces. Maybe a 3^rd: Crabapple Cuisine. And in the meantime, a new reality? Well hell – they’re dirt cheap and that is a good thing, at least as far as the networks are concerned.

And people wonder why I gave up watching tv years ago…