My new show, Coffee Shop Confessions, debuted last week on Café Mom Studios, and it was refreshing to shoot with a group of women intent on cracking each other up, versus stabbing each other in the back.
Watching all this is lurid in a rubbernecking way. It engages a part of my brain that seems to like the base stimulation without much thinking. No lousy plots to follow. No bad acting. Just a fun-house mirror version of life.