I’m out of town this week, so you’ll have to wait for my recaps upon my return. In the meantime, here’s a quick list on what shows to focus on this week:
FLIPPING OUT. Jeff Lewis’ assistant Rachel apparently quit for good last week, causing Jeff to feel broken up with. So he obviously needs a new assistant and the new guy is a…felon? Huh. I’m surprised he even got hired.
90210. The second season returns on Tuesday and even though that’s another one I don’t tune in for, I do like me some Lori Loughlin. That woman has aged well. Minus the overly-Bo’d forehead and too much lip plumper, those don’t look so grand.
MELROSE PLACE. The newly revamped gang is back, with some old faves returning (Sydney! Michael!) If only Marcia Cross wasn’t already on Desperate Housewives, then we could experience a double-team psycho redhead adventure.
TOP CHEF LAS VEGAS. It’s a show about cooking, we know the premise. And yeah, it’s tough to judge when you can’t taste anything. I usually feel like the dishes would taste really good to the average palate. But what do I know?
REAL WORLD CANCUN. It’s the season finale, and Joey returns to shack up with an old roommate. Immediately after the finale is another hour of outtakes and bloopers. Will the girls and boys finally unite and just be friends? Ha, not likely.
AMERICA’S NEXT TOP MODEL. I mean, I’m not going to watch it but I know a lot of you are probably interested. I had to quit after a couple of seasons, as it turns out that I have enough TV to watch without Tyra Banks taking over my screen for 2 hours each week.
THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF ATLANTA. Nene offends Kim. Oh God, what’s new. I just wish Kim would go back to her wardrobe from last season, when she wore button-down shirts that covered her boobalas properly. Dwight may love the melons, but I do not enjoy seeing hers.
PROJECT RUNWAY. I loved cute as a button Rachel Bilson on last week’s episode, as I find her to be worlds different from that poor disaster Lindsay Lohan. The challenge this week is a mystery to me but I feel like this season needs to get a whole hell of a lot spicier. Sometimes I think I’d rather watch my nails dry; at least then I can get kinda high from fumes.