guilty pleasures
All right, I admit it. Gordon Ramsey is a big old meanie, but I am hooked on HELL'S KITCHEN. I sat mesmerized again last night, waiting to see what new & creative curses he'd come up with to scream at those poor saps. I mean, really, who would volunteer to put themselves thru something like that? Not me! And am I the only one who can't figure out why they picked complete newbies to compete? You'd think they would at least choose contestants who'd been working in restaurants for a while already, instead of a stay-at-home mom or bartender with absolutely no cooking experience. Yikes.
But I tune in every week to hear the insults, just like I do with the beginning episodes of AMERICAN IDOL. I don't know who's worse, Chef Ramsey or Simon Cowell. Okay, yes, I do. Chef Ramsey because he screams & has easy access to meat cleavers. Simon only has dry wit and a pencil.
Another guilty pleasure: the Black-Eyed Peas' "Don't Phunk With My Heart". I cannot get that song out of my head. Morning, noon, & night, I catch myself humming it. And have you seen the video? It's pretty memorable, too.
