DWTS------Not to mix the metaphors of TV shows, but I don't know who was in more jeopardy: HalfPint from her concussion or Sherry Shepherd from drowning in her own tears. She should have known that having had a child in perilous condition at birth but who is now healthy can not trump a contestant who has a parent/friend/spouse/other relative with a deadly disease. Granted, that was last week, but there must be some carryover, and she recovered so quickly when she got a decent score. Still, it must be hard to not have the support you think you have-----"They don't love me so much after all. Personally, I think all the women stars are much better dancers than the men stars. All the men seem to have to do is pose, run around and slide their professional partners across the floor. Are they dancing when they do that: I think not. The big ex-sports guy, Donald Driver, gets a standing O from the judges for looking like a pro wrestler or the hood ornament on a retro car. What they deem sexy, I would call grotesque, tongue sticking out and all. The studs are given a pass, even while the men who do try to master a few steps, like William and Gavin DeGraw, are called out for losing the beat or whatever. So Sherry, you were robbed: tell Jeffrey I said so.
I tuned in "Live" just long enough to see their new set. They're more optimistic than I would be. Howie Mandel was co-hosting so I had to turn the sound off. I don't actually hate him, I just can't bear to hear him talk. And Kelly, you're starting to repeat yourself. We know that you have 3 kids, including "he who shall be nameless,' small breasts, an "adorable' husband, and that you like to wear hats. And I bet you'll never invite Chelsey Handler back to co-host, not after she compared your man Mark to her little Chewey.
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