My Dirty Secret

I have a secret, and my very public blog seems like a good place to air it out.  I am sickly addicted to Dancing With The Stars.  It's a trainwreck, and I know it, but I just can't look away.  I know that it's not good for me.  I can't stand how Brooke Burke can't read a teleprompter and Tom Burgeron laughs at his own cheesy scripted jokes.  The clips gets on my nerves because it's blatant that they set up who fits all the usual reality TV roles.  But I LOVE it!  I will watch every minute of the darn thing, judging and talking to no one but the cat about the moves and costumes.  It's a sickness, but I don't think I really want to get well.