In the wake of the writers' strike, several "reality" shows have sprung up to fill the entertainment void. "Reality" tv is embarrassingly good fun, and has quickly become my Achilles' heel.

I adore people-watching. Who cares if the people are spouting slightly-scripted dialogue, and occasionally have to recreate situations for the camera?

I'm not here to judge.

Although I am enthusiastically volunteering to judge on "Make Me A Supermodel" (Bravo, check your local listings), with 90s supermodels Nikki Taylor, and Tyson Beckford hosting.

When I first saw the ads for this show, I rolled my eyes so hard my contacts flipped out of my eyes and shot across the room.

"Urf, and puh-leeeeez, pfft". I wasn't feeling entirely articulate that day, but the sounds did acurately describe my initial reaction .

I had watched a few episodes of "America's Most Smartest Model", a completely different-but-really-the-same model-themed "reality" show, which was pretty bland, and there were a few contestants that had no business posing for anything other than a driver's license photo.

(Where did I put that scratching post?)

If I wanted to watch unattractive, awkward people interacting, I would climb in my time-machine and go back to Miss Marchesi's 7th grade gym class, when we were doing our Square Dancing unit. Yikes.

My verdict is still out on "Make Me A Supermodel", other than my observation that a few of the contestants are slightly delicious,