Rachel and Jugs McGee (Blakeley) were paired up for the dreaded two-on-one date: two girls, one rose; one stays and one goes. Rachel is freaking out about being the third wheel.
We start to notice a new trend with the judges this season, in which the non-button pushing judges/coaches continue to try to justify their decision of not turning their chairs around.
If you haven't had a chance to check out Top Chef this season, you seriously need to. Not because of the cheftestants' popularity -- what makes this show's ninth season the best one has nothing to do with who's competing.
The designers must each approach total strangers, isolate a muse and also, (in what they keep calling an "'All Stars' Twist!") collect clothing off the backs of anyone who will give it up.
Sometimes, when I watch the women sitting around one of their houses, clinking glasses, I wish I were sitting right there with them.
This stunning beauty queen reigns supreme as queen bee of one of Tampa's hottest clubs, The Honey Pot. Miss Summers, 23, boasts no one can clock her drag -- her T&A would make a biological woman blush.
While many world-renowned scientists have attributed the mysterious recent appearances of the primitive Mashco-Piro tribe on the banks of a jungle riv...
What the BBC needs to do, says Chris Patten, is "to explain, to interrogate, and to find artistic expression for the big ideas". It's time, in other words, and not just for the country's main broadcaster, to ditch the dumbing down and start the wising up.
Sharon Needles is definitely our first Marilyn Manson-inspired contestant ... With a quivering, black painted lip and a witch's hat, she enters the work room and claims she's three things: beautiful, spooky and stupid.
The more "talent" shows we get each season, the less "talented" is each slate of competitors forced upon our screens, airwaves and eardrums. We are spreading our talent too thinly across too many shows and it's doing long-lasting damage to the genre.
All six people watching at my house screamed interjections at the television at Ben's disposal of the coolest girl in the bunch. She had an unfortunate exit interview that included choking sobs peppered with hiccups and bouts of ugly crying.
Unlike a 13-episode arc that can be mercifully cancelled when the audience clicks away, we are obligated to suffer through the soap opera plot twists and nefarious characterizations of the characters all the way up to that seemingly ever-distant date in November.
For two seasons of The Amazing Race Kent Kaliber and Vyxsin Fiala around the world with a single backpack without leaving behind the black eyeliner and glitter polish.
Possibly the most bizarre (and transparently fake) audition so far, "Magic Cyclops" was certainly memorable for trying to be memorable, affecting a terrible British accent while insisting that he was from Davenport, Iowa.
When I saw last week that Ryan Seacrest Productions had an upcoming reality show based on the lives of wealthy LA-based Iranian-Americans called the Shahs of Sunset, I did what any self-respecting, tech-friendly Iranian-American would do.
The "wives" and "girlfriends" transformed the idea of fame because it no longer requires any skill or talent -- fame is about popularity and name (a.k.a. brand) recognition. Or perhaps the skill these women possess is getting noticed.