We [should be] the champions...

While some are entranced by Eurovision weirdness, we have always swooned for this season's edition of "Dancing with the Stars." You know why, don't ya.

So we'll say it: Joey Fatone: You were robbed! And you will always be a winnah in our eyes...

Now, if only Joey would be willing to teach me a few dance steps. I swear, the hubby would not mind!

Kill me... NOW!

American Idol... Grease: You're the One that I Want... Big Brother... I have never picked up the phone to vote for any participant in any of these neuron-wasting experiments...

Until TONIGHT!

Unfortunately my hormones got the better of me tonight. Yes, the season premiere of Dancing with the Stars was a brain drain of untold proportions (not so the rat loving Amazing Race: All Stars). But I just could not stand idle while Joey Fatone (formerly of N'SYNC) stole the show outright. So I (gulp!) picked up the phone and voted for him. Helps that it was an 800-number! Yay!

Then there's Bill Goldberg in Bull Run! Or Tango in VH1's "I Love New York." Damn it popular culture! Then again, please more husky guys!!