Bravo Reality!

They may have over saturated the market a year or so back with the Fab Five, but Bravo has hit more than one ball out of the park with it's recent batch of reality programming. While last month we said "Auf Weidersen" to Heidi Klum and the instant classic that was Project Runway 2 (though yes, I agree, Chloe's win was a bust, but let's not forget that leather corset-vest thingy Daniel made for her, one of the worst outfits of the season), we recently welcomed back new daddy Jonathan Antin in his third season of Blowout. Not a lot of tears so far, instead there's been intense close-ups of therapist, Doric; heavy, but hysterical, renditions of Hickory Dickory Dock and "Insey Winsey Spider"; and the "Sugar Daddy" Pussycat Dolls auditions. I hope copious amounts of tears will soon flow!

Top Chef started slowly but has gathered momentum week by week. Bravo apparently insisted there be one openly gay chef in the mix. Casting director Randy and Spago manager Mike both assured me that Stephen is simply an arrogant asshole and not a big 'mo, (though I'm not so sure, he's still young, give him time); Tiffani apparently sleeps with men (shocking I know, could there be a bigger dyke), as does Dave (which is no surprise to anyone), but no gay man I know would admit to eating Dave's lasagna, at least not in the weeks leading up to the White Party.

And then there's The Real Housewives of Orange County, which I have to admit to have not watched yet (though I do have it Tivoed - which yes, is back up and running, the question is for how long?). Here in SoCal everyone's watching and talking about it, though anyone from the OC is disgusted with the show and argue their lives are nothing like those portrayed; Jamie on Star 98.7 hates housewife Jo with a passion; and who doesn't want to have a go at foul-mouthed baseball-playing hottie Shane? Let's all get Botox and shop!

Not withstanding the homoeroticism between Eric and Jeremy, the Race has stumbled badly of late, while that Exile Island idol has been hampering the Survivors (and is fighter pilot Terry just another fireman Tom?), and really isn't it just more of the same on American Idol (but I do love Chris). As such, this batch of Bravo reality programming is looking fresher, feistier and funnier than ever.