You know, I don't think I've mentioned So You Think You Can Dance once all summer. Obviously, I was rooting for Sabra--gotta support your fellow military brats(although I picked her based on her skills before learning her background)--and for once, someone I liked won!

I wonder how many asides I can fit in one sentence.

In other lowlights, Nicole Scherzinger "sang" a song apparently about a magic prostitute. I don't know; I changed the channel (to Dirty Jobs or football, I can't remember). It was one thing back when the Pussycat Dolls were a fun burlesque troupe; that's clearly adult, don't-bring-the-kids entertainment. But the pop group, they're like grown-up Bratz. I mean, preschoolers listen to that shit on the radio. Maybe I'm showing my conservative, prudish colors here but that's why I chose that quote as my entry title today (thank you, Kate Gosselin).

Also, what was with the getup of the lead singer of that band? You know, they performed the exit song used this year whenever a guy was offed from the show. I didn't catch the band name. But he looked like a escapee from the Soul Asylum. Or Mr. Big. Or something. All I'm saying is it's too soon to be dressing like a reject from an early '90s rock band. Too soon. Dammit.

I'd like to close by saying you should all be watching Mad Men. I can't remember if I said this already (if so, oh well) but you can stuff your '80s revival. I'm feeling the early '60s right now. Don't be surprised if the mid-'60s are next. It's a gradual progression.