Shifting gears: Before the Iowa results poured in, I was watching American Idol. The delusion of some of these “singers” is jaw-dropping. Can’t somebody in their family stage an intervention?

Then I saw “My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiancé” which sets a new bar for reality show cruelty. The woman must convince her family that she’s getting married and – to win a million bucks – her family must all attend the wedding and not object when prompted by the minister. She thinks the guy was chosen at random but he’s actually an actor who burps, scratches, and “accidentally” breaks things at an alarming rate. I feel like taking a shower afterwards, but I can't look away.