So the third annual Victoria's Secret skank parade - oh, I'm sorry, fashion show - is on tonight. I'm pretty happy about that.

I mean, it's good to find a way at least once a year to reinforce to the teenage girls that you have to be skinny and tall and have big boobs to be beautiful. And what better way to do that than by airing an underwear show on a major television station? Rock on, CBS!

And it's not just bad for the girls. The boys are having the same ignorant ideals of beauty implanted in their hormone-ridden brains, and those ideas will stick around for a looooong time. I pity the round little girl, or flat-chested little girl who develops a crush in her teens. Teenage boys can be brutal in their mockery, which tears the poor girl down even more.

But I shouldn't be upset about this silly show, because it's on at 10 p.m., and all the young'uns will be asleep.

I know, I know, there are bigger things to worry about. Like what impact Arnold's governorship will have on the Midwest (NONE, so get a life fellow Ohioans), or whether bin Laden is hiding out in California (he's not, he's in Deshler, Ohio). I don't care. This crap promotes low self-esteem - and I'm not even going to get into the objectification of women.

I'm sorry, but until a short fat woman struts her stuff on one of these frigging shows, or until they aren't shown on TV anymore, I will bitch.

Scratch that, I'm not sorry one bit.