All right. I admit it. I watched the end of "Celebrity Fit Club" last night. Had resisted the impulse all season. Honestly I don't even have a clue who most of the B or C list celebs are on that thing anyway. But there was one I did know - Maureen McCormick - aka, Marcia Brady. Yes, that Marcia. Marcia, Marcia, Marcia. Oh my nose Marcia. Oh I'm in love with Davy Jones, Marcia. So the temptation was too great. I just had to turn in.
Well, it turns out she still looks adorable. And she was the top winner - dropped from 150 to 116. So good for you, Mo McCormick!
Guess we all have our guilty pleasures. I certainly have my own share, although not typically Celeb Fit Club. My agent and I share a mutual affection for "The Hills." Yes, it's totally contrived. Shallow as can be. But how can you not wonder when Heidi is finally gonna get a clue and kick Spencer to the curb? Answer: possibly never.
For my college son, it's Entourage. He and his house mates simply can't miss it. Since we are too cheap in this house to pay for HBO, I may never know the attraction.
Embrace your guilty pleasure. It's okay. I certainly won't tell.
Til next time.