I never watched television. I read. My boyfriend was the tv junky. I would prefer a night in with some nice music, a fire, cup of tea, a good book and silence. Who cared when those stupid shows were on. Married with Children was one of "Them." My boyfriend, Ralph would watch that show and laugh. I would be sick to my stomach. That's funny? Men being totally inept, burping, farting and rude to their wives? Was I just a prude, too socially conscious or just plain stuck up to appreciate this form of humor? I was in the minority, it seemed. And sometimes I felt out of sync with the world as I just didn't get it. Then came reality tv: The Real Housewives of Orange County, NJ, and NY, Project Runway, Little People, Millionaire Matchmaker, Apprentice, Survivor, American Idol. Too many to list. I can't keep up with all the shows. I now have a special calendar just to keep up with all the shows. I read in bed with them on and steal a peek between pages. I have become intimately involved with the girls of Bravo's Housewives. I was thrilled when I interviewed Jill Zarin on my radio show. My daughter cannot believe I would even like that show as she thinks they are stuck up b****** who don't have a clue about real life. I just like to see how they live and what they do everyday with their time, how they dress, and how catty they can be to each other. Guess I've become shallow. Hope it is not a disease.