Dancing with the Stars Finally!...

Dancing with the Stars
Finally! By the looks of all those montages and Tom's weird sit-down interview, the producers were very ready to say goodbye to Master P and Ashly. I seriously doubt they had all that prepared for any other couples. And with their departure, this will actually be a tough competition from now on. (Oh, and P? I think I'd rather watch you dance than have to endure that lame Scarface accent ever again.) Even with the new all-live format, the result show felt like so much filler. Regardless of what you think of Spice Girls 2.0, the Pussycat Dolls, wasn't it a little out of place to have them sing their hit without a ballroom dancer in sight? Also, why was that other guy singing about the cha-cha (was that the Sam Cooke song?) while the dancers and musicians were doing a salsa? I hope a faithful/nitpicky reader can enlighten me on that one. But I won't waste time with such details, because the show gave us such an unexpected gift tonight: a random shot of George Hamilton in his tighty-whities. If I'm going to have to sit through Barry Manilow next Friday, I'd better get another distraction at least that interesting. Sabrina Rojas Weiss

Ballroom dancing has made stars out of B-list celebs, now see what it can do for you.