Only a Reality TV show can cut to commercial and leave me on the edge of my seat wondering what a pile of pasta weighs. The only hellish thing I can see is the lack of sanitary conditions in Hell’s Kitchen. I was so grossed out by the pasta-draping scenario that I’m tempted not to order another pasta dish. Later, more accidents happened in a kitchen run by sleep-deprived chefs who can’t tell the difference between raw and cooked chicken. Answer according to Chef Ramsey: Raw chicken is “Pink and Bloody!” Yum.
Children of the Compound: The Lost Boys—I don’t like when the Dr. Phil show turns into Dr. Phil Now. It’s hard to stomach Dr. P as a credible, muckraking journalist. He likes to posture himself as an investigative reporter, but come on, Dr. P’s got a crack support staff of field producers and a private jet! When I can get past the sensationalism, I can appreciate the adversity that the lost boys have overcome. Time will tell if Dr. Phil will continue address this issue when a future story becomes more popular in the mainstream and tabloid press.