My LA correspondent/part-time piranha salesmen C-Dub has filed another article for the lucky readers at davidgorcey.com. Tonight, Chris regales us with a review of a show he hasn’t ever watched and neither should you. These are the kinds of reviews I love most because contrary to public opinion, I don’t feel the need to experience something before making sweeping judgements. Communism? Never experienced, but don’t need to in order to know I don’t care for it. Broken leg? Same thing. You see where I’m going with this? Good, now read…..

Well David, sorry it’s been so long since we’ve talked, but I’ve been deep underground, sipping cucumber flavored ice-water with LA’s seedy underbelly. The latest strike news: great confusion about why Jon Stewart will be going back on the air tonight in defiance of the writer’s strike, and great wonderment about what connection Tom Cruise has with good scriptwriting of any kind. For now, I’m going to set this aside, because I’m on to something else that concerns all of us: “The Cashmere Mafia”.

First, a poll.

“How many of you out there can’t wait to see this??”

|x| Yes

|x| No
…ha ha ha. If you answered yes, I am laughing at YOU! Ha ha ha ha ha ha. I had the occasion to see a five-second ad for this show three months ago on an airplane, which completely qualifies to judge this show’s content. Yes, to be fair, I couldn’t bring myself to buy cable and watch it, but, to be fair, my lainstincts tell me it’s going to be the “Sex in the City, Part Worse Crap”. Even the Mafia is pissed for being associated with this dumbass show. Not surprisingly, I find these thoughts partly confirmed by the SF Gate:

“Initially, the whole thing was off the charts annoying. Four women (hmmm, sounds familiar) with four different hair colors (hmmmm) live in New York (hmmmmm) and are best friends (hmmmm) who despite their frenetic schedules still manage to pretty much have breakfast, lunch and dinner and drinks together as a foursome (hmmmm) to talk about their love and life woes (hmmmmm).” http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/sfgate/detail?blogid=24&entry_id=23217

Judge for yourself, but I warned you. Also, by the way, what was the deal with “Sex”, as those 200-million hard-core fans inside the scenes call it, anyway. Come on, it wasn’t really that sexy was it? Why does everyone think SJP is the hottest thing since sliced Focaccia?

To me, she just looks like Dee Snyder:

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