The Littlest Groom I was ready to hate this reality show (see My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiance below) but I have to say that this was the best one of the bunch so far (which ain't saying much, kids). After I got over my initial shock and dismay at the show's premise — women of short and average heights vie for the affections of 4-foot-5 Glen, who has the option of proposing to the woman of his choice at the end of the two-episode run — I found myself oddly compelled to find out whom he chose. It might have something to do with the fact that the little people on this show have been the most interesting reality-show subjects yet, probably because overcoming the social and physical difficulties their short stature has caused in their lives has taught them the value of a good heart over good looks. Glen is the most personable TV bachelor I've seen, not only sharing a hot tub and swapping smooches with his female admirers but also revealing his softer side by seeming genuinely interested in the ladies' personal lives while making sure that there are plenty of laughs along the way. Although the title of the show implied that it ends in a possible engagement, Glen wisely offered his new little ladylove, Mika, a "gift" ring to wear on her right hand (a smart move from a surprising source: original Joe Millionaire Evan Marriott).

Fear Factor Contestants plunge their heads into a vat of hot, stinky cheese to retrieve chunks of fromage before chowing down on crunchy giant grasshoppers. That's what I call a fondue fondon't.

My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiance This show is a prime example of why I hate (yes, hate) reality shows: It's mean, mean, mean. In an attempt to win $500,000, fake bride-to-be Randi must convince her entire immediate family that she has found the love of her life in slovenly Steve, a guy she tells them she met on a reality dating show (he's actually an actor). I have heard that earlier episodes of this series were hilarious because of Steve and his fake family's outrageous behavior, but I found nothing funny about watching Randi's loved ones sink into tearful bewilderment at the "reality" of the impending nuptials. Mom wore black, her sister was nearly catatonic and her brothers looked like they were ready to go Vesuvius at any second. Randi insists that she has the best intentions for duping her loved ones because she plans to share the money with them after the series ends, but is half a million dollars worth intentionally putting your family through the emotional wringer on national TV? Randi's dad, Bruce, hit the nail right on the head when he called his daughter on her selfish antics and said, "This isn't about the money, Randi. I don't know what it's about." But I can't help wondering if he changed his tune after the total prize became $1 million, doubling his own share of the booty...

Everwood I have had a problem with the creepy Ephram-Madison thing since it started. A 16-year-old and his sister's twentysomething baby-sitter fall for each other and embark on a relationship that's begrudgingly allowed by said teen's father. I couldn't even car date until I was 16! That said, tonight's episode hit closer to the mark than recent installments. Madison's band books a gig at a bar that Ephram can't legally get into. Ephram, already smarting from Madison's lack of response to his declaration of love for her, is desperate to attend the gig and be the first one his girlfriend sees after the show instead of Jay, her bandmate ex. We've all been there: wanting so badly for someone to feel the same way about us as we do about them. But it rarely ever works out that way. Someone always needs the other person more. Someone always tries harder than the other one to make it work. And it usually ends badly, although maybe not as badly as it does for Ephram, who gets a fake ID, gets drunk, gets into a fistfight with Jay and gets arrested. We can all see where this doomed romance is headed, and though I empathize with Ephram's plight, I can't wait for the relationship to end and for him to find a more believable love interest. Looks like Amy might have some free time on her hands now that Tommy's OD'd on GHB.

Average Joe: Hawaii Larissa dumps hottie Jim because he isn't deep enough for her?! Please. A fly couldn't drown in her wading-pool waters — all she ever talks about is how good-looking he is. And again, a reality show gets mean, this time with producers luring Fredo into a submarine so he can end up spying on Larissa's date with Jim. If you want to torpedo a guy's self-esteem, that's a sure way to do it. Thank goodness he had enough pride left to voluntarily abandon ship before Larissa tossed him overboard in person. I just love that my favorite from the beginning, Boston-bred Brian, is one of the final two. Wicked awesome!

Sex and the City Finale (A Second Opinion) I know the series is over but let me get my two cents in. It was fabulous. Others may disagree, but I was thrilled that everyone got what they wanted: Charlotte got her baby; Samantha found a man who'd stand by her through anything; Miranda had a family; and Carrie got Big. And despite all the naysayers who insist that he's bound to disappoint her again, it had to be Big. I personally would have felt cheated if Carrie had told him it was too late for them (as Chris Noth has stated in interviews) and she had bopped off into the sunset alone. Life is about taking chances and making bad choices for the "right" reasons. I had a Mr. Big once and he crushed me. Repeatedly. But it was because I always thought he'd change for me. That he'd see how much I cared and that would make him think about how his actions were going to affect me, too. It took many years and tears for me to accept that people only change for themselves. And if they do, sometimes we're lucky enough to fit under the new umbrella. It may have taken six years, but Big finally saw the big picture.