Because I was drinking to numb the pain of root canal last night, I decided to watch TV and not Tivo. Last night's selection was Dancing with the Stars. Which is kind of a chick version of the Contender. Stars duke it out with dances chosen by the judges. A star gets paired with a professional. The big problem is that the professional guys are as gay as cheese. With tight asses.
You get to see them practice and get psyched up for competition. There is the Paula Abdul wannabe judge, who usually doesn't say anything bad about any of the dancers except she just roasted some woman from General Hospital. In fairness, she was a crappy dancer. And Evander Holyfield, considering he is a professional boxer, is horribly uncoordinated. He'll get voted out soon, but not before General Hospital lady. The other 2 judges are a British guy and another guy with what I believe to be a Spanish or South American accent - he is the Simon Cowell - doesn't much like anyone.
Oh, and Trista was there. She is another one who can't dance. And she's a whiner. She asked that Ryan be there for rehearsal because her gay as cheese professional dancer guy was getting too close and she was uncomfortable with it.
Surprises, Rachel Hunter and John O'Hurley are really quite good.
Rachel did the splits and lifted her leg over her head. But otherwise, this show sucks.
