I was sad to see Didi go last night, if only because it will subject us to another week of Tim. I was also sad to see Diddy because I am always sad to see Diddy and his non-singing, poorly rapping ass. I was also sad that Diddy brought will.i.am and his Hammer pants (In 2010! Come on, man) because BEP is what's wrong with this country. I was also sad to see Usher prove for once and for all that he cannot sing, although not sad to see him dancing again because that fool can break it down, as opposed to Diddy, whose dancing brought me right back to sad again and why did he have that one back up dancer who looked eerily like Jesse James' neo-nazi mistress except without all the tattoos? I was also sad that Big Mike manhandled Ryan in the way that he did and then made those same, tacky ass, cheesy hand gestures at us like we were supposed to think that was cool. Um, no. I was also sad that Judge #4 got off one of the best lines of the night when she pointed out the fact that Tim is probably, maybe, potentially not all that bright because when Judge #4 is entertaining and insightful, then you know that the apocalypse is right around the corner.
I was very happy with ANTM, though, and with the fact that Alasia and all her ghetto fabulousness keeps turning it out. I realize that as the latter day Bree, she will not win this competition, but I am enjoying seeing her kick booty and make ALT mystified and intrigued all at the same time. I think he wants to take her home with him and play dress up with all his caftans and turbans. So should we all.