Watching some Food Network this morning, I've noticed some things.
1.) The Barefoot Contessa does not seem to know any straight men. That is fine and all but... like... not even one straight dude, ever? She doesn't even seem to hang out with ladies of any persuasion very often, either. It's like... just her and a gaggle of gay fellows. It's weird.
2.) The way Giada says "spaghetti" makes me wanna smack her, even though I was raised to not hit anyone, let alone a lady who weighs fifty-three pounds. "Spa-GHHHHHHHETTTTT-ee!" "MOHT-zeeeeer-ELL-a!" Fah-uck-a you, lady.
Jesus, we get it. You are ethnically Italian. We understand. You don't have to completely overpronounce every goddamned Italian word to remind us. You don't have to be like that one reporter on the news who has a Michigan accent except when he says his own ethnic last name and overpronounces the shit out of it.
"This is Bill Herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-NAND-ehz with Channel Seven news, back to you."
3.) Everything Rachel Ray says is a double entendre. EVERYTHING.
4.) Paula Deen seems to have taken Santa Clause as her second husband. Why, Santa, why?