it's amazing to me how quickly I got totally, totally over Desperate Housewives. The show is well-acted all around, and the production values are great, but I can't get past how quickly it devolved into indulging the sort of weakly plotted shenangians you shouldn't be seeing until about the eighth season of a show's run.
In fact, Teri Hatcher's outfit here is actually quite a good visual metaphor for the show's slide into lameitude:
It starts off fun! Fine! New! Shiny! Exciting! Mildly boney, but who isnt? But by the time you get to the bottom of it all, you're exhausted and disgusted by the mess you've found yourself in and you can't believe you wasted all that time on something that's going to end in ill-fitting bedazzeled boots.
