This is the part where I confess that I totally TiVo The Starter Wife and often watch it on Sunday evenings while I paint my toenails (the recession has impacted my professional pedicure budget, which is unfortunate because my toes look like a preschooler attacked them with a red Sharpie). I'm not ashamed of this: it's kind of entertaining in a way that is sometimes legitimately entertaining and sometimes entertaining-due-to-being-TERRIBLE and her hair is pretty. Although the show was arguably funnier last year, when Deb Mess's character was dating a homeless man (who was also a MURDERER, like, is this supposed to be aspirational?) played by someone who went to the Wooden Block School of Thespianism, all of whose lines were clearly dubbed over later. Now she's dating someone only mildly less wooden, but this time at least he has a job (well, kind of: he's a washed up novelist, but at least he has an apartment, and isn't a killer. That we know of), even if his hair is really bad. Anyhoodle, what I'm trying to say is that I am sort of pleased that Debra Messing is back even though I really thought I didn't like her. I guess I was wrong. Which is also how I kind of feel about this:
It rather looks like the posh window treatments in a terribly, terribly fancy ballroom and yet, I kind of like it. Weird. I am just full of contradictions.
