Diamonds, Engagement Rings & Diamond Jewelry in popular culture

You can exhale for a few minutes, Tiger Woods.  Tiki Barber has gone from former RB to current DB in a matter of seconds.  The handsome, charming athlete-turned-sportscaster has ditched his pregnant wife in favor of a 23 year-old former Today Show intern.  When Ginny Cha slipped a wedding ring on the finger of the New York Giant in 1999, she had no idea where it would end up.  Now, after 11 years of marriage, two current kids (ages 6 and 7), and twins brewing, Tiki has gone the way of so many professional athletes.  Young Traci (that’s with an ‘i’!) Lynn Johnson has been his girl-on-the-side for a while now, and is now happily being thrown to the media wolves—as long as she can still wear the big ol’ comfy #21 jersey of her former-NFL star.

The only twin Tiki will be seeing for a while.

That is, until he leaves her for someone else.

Learning of Tiki’s infidelity was a lot less fun than it should have been.  The thing is, he’s a likeable guy.  He was not only a great running back, but he has the uncommon ability among athletes to be able to string words together and form complete, understandable sentences.  Sure, he’s opened his fat mouth to criticize Michael Strahan, Coach Tom Coughlin, and Eli Manning.  And he probably shouldn’t have announced his intention to retire after the 2006-2007 NFL season when they were only 10 weeks into it.  But he’s a professional athlete. Running his mouth and offending people is just par for the course (sorry, Tiger).  Besides, being that critical caused a bidding war between ABC, FOX, NFL, and NBC.  He makes a great commentator.  And that big smile and charm has even put him in the running to replace Matt Lauer on the Today Show when Lauer retires next year. 

We can expect that his books, Tiki: My Life and the Game Beyond and Tiki Barber’s Pure Hard Workout will have increased sales as a result of the scandal.  Honestly, he must be in great shape to keep up with his barely-post-adolescent girlfriend.  But the 6 children’s books he wrote with his brother Ronde?  They might not fare so well.  And as for his recurring role on the children’s show The Electric Company, well, that might not be in his future either.  

It’s hard to recover from leaving-your-eight-months-pregnant-wife-for-a-child syndrome.  When Tom Brady bailed on a very pregnant Bridget Moynahan in favor of a (literally) younger model, he suffered a bit of a PR nightmare.  And he’s still playing. 

Tiki has a few other things working against him as well.  One, he is a twin to brother Ronde, and his wife is pregnant with twins.  It just doesn’t read well.  Also, he was very critical when his father cheated on his mother and left the family, saying, “I don’t give a [insert expletive here] that the relationship didn’t work.  Not only did he abandon her, I felt like he abandoned us for a lot of our lives.  I have a hard time forgiving that.”  Of course, that was six years ago, when his current girlfriend was still in high school.

I hope you’re hungry, Mr. Barber, because you’re definitely eating those words now.

"I'm sorry, that white woman said WHAT?"

Although Fox News agreed to remove his old interview from all promos and the broadcast, they did not do so quietly.  First, they released a statement saying, “Fox News did not commit to restrictions on its interview with Mr. Smith so therefore the network did not need his permission to use the interview in this program”.  Then, in a show of solidarity with Fox News (there’s no such thing as bad press, maybe?), MSNBC reported the details of the conflict, all the while showing underneath the interview and then discussion afterwards: “FOX: IT APPEARS LL COOL [sic] DOES NOT WANT TO INSPIRE OTHERS”. 

In truth, LL Cool J inspires others every day.  His music is uplifting, his acting on the new NCIS is flawless, and he is the Family Values King.  Todd Smith has been married since 1995, when he put a wedding ring on the finger of Simone Johnson, with whom he had been in a relationship for years.  They have 4 children.  They attend events together.  They look happy and there is no drama.  Can Sarah Palin say the same of her brood?  She can shoot all the wolves she wants and look at Russia from her front porch all day, and she is still knee-deep in babymama drama courtesy of her daughter, Bristol.

Perhaps most surprising was when the same reaction came out of the ultra-conservative, flag-waving, tobacco-chewing, good ol’ boy camp of country singer Toby Keith.  A spokesperson for Keith said, “We were never contacted by Fox.  I have no idea what interview it’s taken from.  They’re promoting this like it’s a brand new interview”.  In fact, the interview was from a few years ago when Keith sat down with someone else to explain the lyrics to his song “Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue”.  That is, for those people who can’t decipher its cryptic message on their own.   Exactly how much of a joke do you have to be for a die-hard Republican like Toby Keith to refuse participation in your ‘inspirational program’? 

Next time Sarah Palin decides to jack an interview from someone, maybe she should choose someone who isn’t one of the OGs of the rap game.  Maybe she should stick to what she knows.

And if you can determine what that is, let me know.

Good girls who love bad boys celebrated when Sandra Bullock and Jesse James first hooked up.  And stayed around for more than a quick shower and complimentary breakfast.  The twice-before married James enjoyed a second marriage with porn star Janine Lindemulder, who was known by non-college-boys as the naughty nurse from a Blink-182 video.  But after Sandy met Jesse, sparks flew, and, despite not having any idea where those fingers had been, the actress was proud to slip a wedding ring on him in July 2005.  They were in love.  It was bliss.  She considered his tattoos ‘reading material’ when she couldn’t sleep.

You can dress him up, but you can't leave him alone for five minutes.

And now, we sadly learn (with absolutely no shock whatsoever) that, while Bullock was off shooting the Oscar-nominated The Blind Side, her husband was hooking up with (I kid you not) a tattoo model called Michelle “Bombshell” McGee.  Michelle claims that she was under the impression that the couple had split, because she would never hook up with a married guy.  Uh-huh.  She claims that they texted each other several times a day and met up at least twice a week during Bullock’s absence.

Sandy left the home she shares with James on Monday, and has decided not to attend the London premiere of The Blind Side.  She is, of course, distraught.  But can she be surprised?  Did she believe that this leopard could change his tattooed spots?  I suppose, after she read that McGee called him the “Vanilla Gorilla” (use your imagination), she knew that the model had truly gotten a tour of his, ahem, Monster Garage.  McGee also dropped the details that James prefers to ‘go commando’ and enjoys unprotected relations.

And good girls everywhere collectively wept.  How we want to believe that a bad boy can be a good husband.  We operate under the happy delusion that he only needs to find the right woman to settle down.  For the third time.

When James accompanied his wife to the Oscars, fashion commentators were saying that he “cleaned up well”, and he did, in fact, look ecstatically happy to be with his wife.  When she won the Oscar for Best Actress, she thanked him in her speech.  But, alas, so did Reese Witherspoon, Halle Berry, and Hilary Swank.  Their marriages all ended shortly thereafter.

The only person who is coming out on top, so to speak, is McGee, whose name is now known outside of the tattoo model enthusiast inner circle.  She was interviewed by In Touch magazine.  He name is in all the tabloids.  Sleeping with famous guys has a way of doing that.  Sleeping with the husband of an Oscar winner, well, that’s more priceless than a Monster Garage full of diamonds.

Maybe the allegations will prove false.  Maybe the “Vanilla Gorilla” didn’t really do it.  But it seems that the name of his show Jesse James Is A Dead Man has proven prophetic.

Don’t mess with the good girls.  We stick together.

It has been revealed over the past few days, after the tragic death of child star Corey Haim, that he had recently opened a whole new chapter in his life.  He was off all drugs that were not prescribed, had resurrected his acting career, and was thinking about settling down.  He did a great job playing himself in the two seasons of The Two Coreys—a reality show that had an Oscar Madison-esque Haim move in with the Felix Unger-esque Corey Feldman and his wife.  There were fights, there were tears, there was bonding.  Feldman had already semi-revived his career by going on VH1’s The Surreal Life, during the filming of which he exchanged wedding rings with his now ex-wife Susie.  It was a medieval-themed ceremony.  Very dignified, as all reality TV weddings are. 

But I digress.

Corey Haim's Shot at Sobriety

Having figured out how to get back into the public eye, he called on his friend and former constant co-star, Corey Haim, and, together, they starred in the A&E show The Two Coreys.  It worked.  Corey Haim got offered some movie jobs, although he was intermittently showing up under the influence of something.  Lately, however, it seemed that he finally got his act together, starring in a few straight-to-video movies, the low-budget horror film American Sunset, and a bound-to-go-straight-to-video film called Decisions.  In that film, it seemed that the acting chops that made him so famous in Lucas and The Lost Boys had somehow disappeared.  Maybe it was the script.  Who knows?  But the scenes that have been released are not good, to say the least.  Nonetheless, he was getting ready to direct and star in The Throwaways, a movie about homeless people who go missing.  He had another directing-acting-producing project ready as well.  He had roles lined up playing everything from a janitor to a chemical engineer.

But he was looking for love.  He had given an engagement ring to horror-film scream queen Tiffany Shepis in October of 2008—the fourth he had distributed in his young life—but, alas, they split up before their scheduled May 2009 wedding.  And the boy the every teenage girl had a crush on in the 80s was alone again.  Then, for some reason—perhaps as revenge for all of the times Haim had embarrassed him by being wasted—Corey Feldman introduced him to VH1’s reigning skank, Daisy de la Hoya, reject from Bret Michaels’ Rock of Love and star of her own Daisy of Love.  Daisy had also previously been linked to Dave Navarro and Tommy Lee.  She gets the big “C”…for Classy!

According to Daisy, “Corey Feldman had been saying to me for ages that I had to meet Corey Haim, he said we were totally kindred spirits and that we would really hit it off”.  I’m not sure which of the two should have been more insulted by that, but they met anyway.  They had, evidently, an “automatic connection”.  After Haim’s untimely death at age 38 over the weekend, Daisy was sure to express her sorrow as all normal people do: by tweeting it.  “I’m sooooooo devastated right now.  This is worst day ever I can’t believe this”.  That’s 7 ‘o’s.  She said that she would have liked “a happy ending”, having no doubt provided so many other men with just that.

The death of a young person is tragic.  The death of a young person taking drugs as they were prescribed is even more tragic.  Dating Daisy?  Well, that’s a whole new level.

What exactly does it say about us as a country when the most level-headed political pundit was once known for wearing pink spandex pants and carrying feather boas (without living in West Hollywood, the Meatpacking district, or anywhere in San Francisco)?  What does it say that the same man later wrote a book called I Ain’t Got Time to Bleed?  Do we want either of those stereotypes speaking in the political arena, and, if we do, do we really expect any level of eloquence or common sense? 

"Ladies and Gentleman, your new moral compass!"

And yet, when a discussion of politics comes up, the voice of reason generally seems to be former-WWE wrestler, former-Governor, former-action-film-star Jesse “The Body” Ventura.  Certainly, this has to be some kind of sign of the apocalypse.  The tobacco-chewing, cowboy-hat-wearing Blain Cooper from the movie Predator (starring later-political sparring partner Arnold Schwarzenegger) is an intelligent, well-read, well-spoken author of five (5) books.  For real.  A man that we so want to fit into a well-defined cliché is not only smart, but has been wearing the wedding ring from the same woman since 1975, and has had no infidelity scandals.  He did admit to using anabolic steroids, but in the world of professional athletics—let’s be honest here—those things are more common than big egos, or crabs.

Now “The Body” is hawking his latest book, American Conspiracies: Lies, Lies, and More Dirty Lies that the Government Tells Us.  Okay, so the title is awfully reminiscent of fellow-Minnesotan Al Franken’s Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them: A Fair and Balanced Look at the Right, but the guy makes some pretty good points.  A lot of his perspective came not from the time he served as Governor, but from living half of the year in Mexico and getting all of his information by reading.  This does not sit well with Larry King.  As entertaining a guest as the opinionated Ventura is, and as intimidating as it can be for the justhisclose-to-his-next-heart-attack host to confront a 6’4”, 245 lb. former pro wrestler, King became irritated by Ventura when he said, “You give me a waterboard, Dick Cheney, and one hour, and I’ll have him confess to the Sharon Tate murders”.

Okay, how do you not love this guy?

Granted, he did host a show on TruTV called Conspiracy Theory with Jesse Ventura.  He likes the conspiracy theories.  On his current book tour, he is getting raked over the coals over his belief that “The Bush Administration either knew about the plan and allowed it to proceed, or they had a hand in it themselves”.  It’s far from the first time that idea has been proposed, but when it comes out of the imposing mouth of “The Governing Body”, it makes more of an impression.

Whether or not we agree with everything he has to say, he proves again and again that, on most subjects, that he is the only arbiter of common sense in the media. 

Yes, ladies and gentleman, expect the locusts anytime now.  One of our most reliable sources of reason once had the primary goal of putting Hulk Hogan in a half-nelson.

Yes, we are.  We’re still talking about it.  Even after all of the mistresses have been counted and the Escalade has been repaired, it’s still one of the top searches on the internet.  But it’s old news, really.  It is so 2009.  It was okay for a week or so after he got caught and the names started coming out.  He apologized on his website…twice.  Then it was about Elin Woods going to an event without her engagement and wedding rings, and that was a big deal.  Then Tiger went off to no-sex camp for 45 days.

Okay, he's sorry. Now can we, as a culture, move on?

That should have been enough, no?

It wasn’t.  After he got out of his program, he was forced into apologizing again, this time including his sponsors in his speech.  The result was disastrous.  It was the least- convincing apology since John Rocker claimed to be “contrite” (a word he probably couldn’t even spell) for his racist, homophobic remarks in 2000.  Except Tiger probably really meant it, but was paraded onto a stage to again humble himself, and he didn’t look comfortable.  So he didn’t look genuine. 

He reiterated that he was deeply sorry, that he knew he let everyone and their second cousin down, and that he has “a lot to atone for”.  He praised his wife for her strength and begged the media to leave her and the kids alone. 

And as he read words that he clearly hadn’t written—but words he knew to be true—he looked and sounded as if he was going through the motions to get some of his millions of dollars in sponsorship back.  It’s too bad.  If no one had pushed him in front of that podium, he might have gone back onto the tour with some mild controversy, but everything would have gone back to normal soon enough.  Last Friday, he came off less likeable than he was before.  Not even Buddha could save him from that fiasco.

It couldn’t get worse, right?

Wrong.  In steps Howard Stern, with a $100,000 prize for the winner of a beauty pageant in which all contestants are (you guessed it) former mistresses of the golfer.  So far, four have agreed to participate.  An alleged seven have not responded.  And who is supplying the prize money?  AshleyMadison.com, a dating website for married people.  The website states that, “Life is Short, Have an Affair” as its motto.

Seriously, can we move on?  Evidently not, even if Stern relents.  Now several of the women who were with Tiger while he was married are demanding an apology, too.  No, really.  Women who knowingly and willingly slept with a famous married guy want him to say he’s sorry.  What, the movie roles not rolling in, ladies?

We get it.  A famous married athlete slept with someone not his wife. 

Now can someone tell me what the big deal is?

By now, everyone and her second cousin has heard about actor/director/writer/creator-of-hilarity Kevin Smith getting unceremoniously booted off of Southwest Airlines flight for being “too fat”.  His justified Twitter tirade about the embarrassment of getting thrown out of his seat after everyone on the plane already recognized him as “Silent Bob” was hilarious, if not a little sad.  After admitting to being “way fat”, he also pointed out that he was seated with the armrests down and his seatbelt fastened.  Apparently Southwest chose that day to exercise some extraordinarily stringent—and seldom used—policies regarding passenger heft, because I’ve been wedged between the aisle and a person who required a seatbelt extender and decided to muffin-top herself over the arm rests, rendering me unable to move in any direction for hours.  Smith Twittered jokes about being “airlifted” out of the plane under the supervision of Richard Simmons.  He made the best of a potentially-embarrassing situation.

"I'm sorry. You want to pick a fight with WHO now?"

Evidently, Southwest claims that they boarded Smith as a standby passenger before realizing that they had someone of even greater circumference but had purchased two seats to accommodate the excess flesh.  That was thoughtful for a person who requires that much room.  The logic was lost on the folks at Southwest, who offered a weak apology and an explanation that made no sense.  Claiming that the people around him reported a need to lean away from his girth, Smith pointed out that they were already leaning when he got on the plane.  One woman was ready to nap against the window, and the other was leaning towards the aisle.  Duh.  That’s the way people sit on a plane.  As far away from neighboring passengers without actually moving.  I mean, they’re strangers.  Who leans towards a stranger on a plane, unless it’s a creepy guy who’s had a few too many vodka/tonics? 

So now Kevin Smith—who has said that he is done arguing with Southwest because they make no sense—has issued them a challenge.  Continuing his contact with the airline via Twitter, he wrote, “you bring the same row of seats to the DailyShow [sic], and I’ll sit in ‘em for all to see on TV”.  He went on to say, “If I don’t fit, I’ll donate 10K to charity of your choice”.  He went on a bit more after that as well.  He’s mad.

This is a guy who dated Joey Lauren Adams, who was the indie sex goddess of the 90s.  This is the same “too fat” guy who slipped a wedding ring onto the finger of actress Jennifer Schwalbach, a 5’10” babe who has been in Playboy, in 1999 and has kept her happy since.  This is also the comic genius who created Clerks, Mallrats, Chasing Amy, Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, not to mention the positively ingenious Dogma (among other films) and has written comic books and even a novel.  This is not the guy you want to get into a war of words with.  Southwest Airlines just poked a cobra with a stick.

If Southwest submits to Smith’s challenge, bringing the offending row of seats onto the set of Jon Stewart’s Daily Show, then a most wonderful and telling event will naturally occur: Kevin Smith will have to fly to New York. 

I’m not sure who he’ll fly, but I’ve got an idea who it won’t be.

John Mayer knows that he is perceived by the World at Large to be a total D-bag.  Probably because he is a total D-bag.  But he apologizes for it.  Then he does something else offensive.  Then he apologizes.  And so on and so on.  All the while that he’s talking about all of the women he’s been with and divulging intimate details of his escapades, new women keep running to him like he’s the last Madonna t-shirt at a Pride parade.

Deep As A Teaspoon.

Most recently, he made remarks that were seen as racist not because John Mayer dislikes black people, but because he’s an idiot who never thinks before he speaks.  He’s recorded with Common and Kanye West.  Common is a strong, political black man who wouldn’t work with a racist.  Kanye West probably had a “Who’s The Biggest D-Bag?” contest with Mayer via Twitter, even as they sat in a studio together.  And it was ALL DONE IN CAPITAL LETTERS.  But then he makes remarks about a ‘Benetton heart and a David Duke”, um, other part of his body, and he’s ticked off an entire community.  Again, not because he thinks like David Duke or has anything against any other races, but because he has a complete inability to filter his thoughts.  That remark would have been funny if he told it to a few friends while they sat in a haze, strumming their guitars.  It is not so funny when you say it to a reporter for Playboy magazine. 

And the chicks still come a-runnin’.  He’s dated Jennifer Love Hewitt, Minka Kelly, Cameron Diaz, and a string of other starlets before hitting the Big Two:  Jessica Simpson and Jennifer Aniston.  We almost wanted John and Jen to stay together, for the rumors of an engagement ring to be true, for them to have beautiful babies.  But, alas, she is a grown-up, and he still believes that, at 32-years-old, he has license to go through women like Kleenex.  The things he said about Jessica Simpson were just TMI.  Even the interviewer from Playboy was a bit taken aback by his candor about their, um, chemistry, when Mayer referred to the singer as “sexual napalm” (Did anyone besides me think of Coming to America and ‘Randy Watson and Sexual Chocolate’?).  Papa Joe must’ve had a meltdown over that.  At least Mayer managed to be as respectful as he can be when referring to Aniston. 

To further his jackassery, Mayer states that he is bored with bagging lots of women.  He prefers to be, ahem, by himself these days.  It’s too easy for him to get girls now.  And why is that, anyway?  Okay, so he’s tall, and women like that.  He has a good head of hair, and that’s nice.  He’s okay-looking, although he could clearly use a little less self-play and a little more sleep.  And his singing, well, let’s just say that Justin Timberlake’s imitation of John Mayer was wet-your-pants funny.  And he’s a total d-bag, and admits it.  So why all the panty-dropping?  Ask the nearest 18-year-old girl.  “If I have a conversation with a really hot girl that lasts all night,” Mayer told Playboy, “And she says, ‘Wow, I had no idea I was going to like you this much’”, that is better than sex to him.  He should probably keep looking for the panty-droppers, ‘cuz charming, he ain’t.

While trying to look contemplative and self-deprecating, he says that he has to let himself out of the figurative prison he feels that fame has put him in.  “In 2010,” he says, “My goal is to get more mentions in US Weekly than ever”.  In the same article, he probably put on his wisest expression as he said, “I’m old enough now to know that I need to change”.

That’s our Johnny.  He makes no sense, and when he does, he offends people.  Yet the trail of discarded women behind him grows ever longer.  On behalf of my gender, I’d like to say, “Why?”

Who better to dispense marriage advice than Madonna?  The twice-wed, fresh meat-seeking singer is ready to “help” couples who seek that sort of thing on a television program hosted by Jerry Seinfeld instead of seeking the guidance of a therapist.  The show, called Marriage Ref features celebrities deciding who is right or wrong in disagreements between real spouses.  Kinda like Judge Judy, only less dignified.  Instead of disputes being settled with some kind of logic or law, they will be decided by famous people.  Famous people with questionable track records in the relationship department.  Madonna is the BIG star attraction thus far, and she’s proven herself more than worthy of reality television by rekindling her romance with 23-year-old Jesus Luz while in Brazil this past week. 

Unless Madonna can advise me on how to get one of these, I'm not watching.

Also scheduled to appear on the show are Sarah Silverman, Matt Lauer, Cedric the Entertainer, Matthew Broderick, Alec Baldwin, Larry David, and Charles Barkley, among others.  If Charles Barkley told me I was wrong in an argument, I might not agree, but I wouldn’t say anything.  Alec Baldwin has famously made a fool of himself during his divorce from Kim Basinger, leaving horrifying voicemails for their daughter.  Jerry Seinfeld is happily married to a woman he met just after she returned from the honeymoon following her first happy (but very short) marriage.   Excellent therapists. 

Ricky Gervais, who will also appear on the show, has been with the same woman for 18 years, but has yet to commit to wedding rings.   Eva Longoria Parker, Tina Fey, and Martin Short are also signed up for the show.  According to executives of the Marriage Ref, the celebrities aren’t required to have a great relationship track record; they merely have to be persuasive enough to comedian Tom Papa—the actual Marriage Ref himself—that they are right.

And so we can look forward to all sorts of comedy and commentary from famous people as they give their opinions about other peoples’ relationships.  Some of it should be quite entertaining, but, as with most of these sorts of shows, very little is likely to be resolved.  It’ll be awesome to see what kinds of couples are willing to sit, straight-faced, while celebrities make a mockery of their marital woes.  I guess it’s gotta be cheaper than marriage counseling.

The show begins on February 28, after the Olympics.  All the world, too lazy to reach for the remote, will be watching.

Although this season promises less controversy than ever—with no Dustin Diamond having massive tantrums, no Guy-From-Eight-Is-Enough melting down, no drug-addled outbursts from Jeff Conaway—it is still going to be an entertaining as ever.  Yet another group of the formerly famous has eaten its way to the next step in their waning careers: reality television.  With Drill Sergeant Harvey Walden IV screaming them into submission, they will huff and puff their way to eventual weight loss (they hope).  The comedy began to unfold in the first episode, which aired last night, when Bobby Brown declared of their stark living arrangements, “It’s easy compared to being in jail”. 

I thought people worked out in jail...

Tears come out as Shar Jackson realizes that she still has some unresolved issues with her babydaddy and co-star Jevin Federline.  Evidently, she still remains some amount of surprise that the former backup dancer left her pregnant behind to slip a wedding ring on Britney Spears’ golden finger.  Hopefully, she is able to derive some satisfaction from K-Fed’s admission that he went into a depression after his split from the pop star and ate his way to 232 pounds.  On his first weigh-in, he admits, “I look like a pregnant man right now”.  And this is a guy who knows what pregnancy looks like.  He seems to cause it wherever he goes—at least he did before he gained all those excess kilos. 

Also on the show is former Baywatch star Nicole Eggert, who wears a revealing one-piece bathing suit on the show.  What she reveals is considerably more than was there a few years back.    Sebastian Bach, the once-bad boy lead singer of Skid Row who was reduced to a bit part on chick-drama Gilmore Girls, warns that people have tried to tell him what to do before, and that it never works out.  Alas, he no longer has the youthful angst or energy to back up his claims, and continues to do as Harvey tells him without incident.  Rounding out the cast (so to speak) are KayCee Stroh of High School Musical, who is just a sweet girl; Tanisha Thomas of The Bad Girls’ Club who cries and tries to go toe-to-toe with Harvey and threatens to quit a lot; and Jay McCarroll, the winner of Project Runway’s first season.  He actually appears to be there to work hard, and provides a little comic relief along the way.  He was funny on Project Runway, too. 

Sure, Celebrity Fit Club, like all other reality TV, derives most of its success from the viewers’ desire to see trainwrecks-in-progress.  People will still watch, however, to feel better about themselves because formerly-thin, formerly-rich celebrities let themselves go.  It’s a charming world.  Tune in on Mondays.