alright, i confess it. my secret guilty pleasure: WB dramas. i’m particular to gilmore girls, but really, any one of them will do, and i don’t have to watch the episodes in order or on a regular basis to derive great, idiotic pleasure out of them. i drag the circa 1970 black and white television out from under the bed and set it up in which ever room i’m doing housework and revel in the pretty people, picturesque sets and mindless sappy plots. it actually makes me do more ironing/dishwashing/folding than i otherwise would, just so i can indulge in the entire hour (or two). there, i’ve said it. think of me as you will. it’s better for my blood pressure than watching george bush invade my televison.