There I was Sunday night, working on my computer with the TV on in the background, and didn't feel like watching the same Sopranos re-run for the third time so I tuned in Desperate Housewives instead. Holy shit. It's just as vapid as I thought it would be. Chock full of stereotypes, it plays like one of those Spanish telenovellas, there's even a hot Spanish lady with a stupid rich husband - she bangs her hunky hot gardener behind his back.
Then there's the frigid Stepford Wife Bitch Widow and the Bleach Blonde Divorcee Slut and the Really Smart Former Career Woman Trapped In Stultifying Housewife Mode. In one way or another they're all subordinate to the men in their lives, scheming and plotting and conniving, setting fires in neighbor's houses - and all of it accompanied by voice-over narration by a dead lady. The only good thing I can say about the show is that I tuned in 14 minutes late and didn't have to see the whole episode.
Here's a line of sample dialogue: "And then, suddenly there he was - rising like a phoenix from the ashes."
THIS is the No. 1 TV show in the country? Somebody 'splain please...