My new favorite reality show on TV is So You Think You Can Dance on Fox.

Can I just say that the show is basically the dance version of American Idol (which I don't really follow), the judges are obviously toned down from what they really say to dancers who audition for them (I know this because a couple of my cousins and a ton of my friends are dancers), and the dancers are all needy and immature BUT I am glued because they actually can dance (unlike the supposed singing talent of American Idol).

During the show, they would talk with the dancers individually. I found it interesting that there was one underlying theme. Each dancer wanted to prove to someone outside of the dance competition that their dancing was "legit". For some, it was to prove to their family that they made the right choice. For some it was to prove to the world that they were worthwhile. And you want to do this on television? It was all so damn... well, weak. If all you want to do when you are awake is dance, if all you can do is think about how to express yourself via dance movement, if you are out there busting your chops to make a living as a dancer, then you are a DANCER. Who cares if anybody else (outside of your choreographer/producer/instructor) does not think so. And for pete's sake, stop shedding tears over it all. Such a waste of emotion. Use that for something else productive. Plus, do we really care that your father does not approve of your dancing? Shut the fuck up and dance. It's why you came.

As good as the Dance show is, it still does not hold a candle to the goddess of reality television, Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List. So friggin' funny. I think I feel a new gay icon coming along.

Later.  ¶ 9:29 AM