During commercials, four things both scare me and tempt me at the same time. The new Jordache commercial campaign from the seventies, the Fox show Police Videos, the X-Files ad featuring the weird midget on the little handcart who can squeeze into the bodies of his victims, and the ad for the new Boston Public where the cheerleading squad earns the wrath of the principal by doing too sexy a routine. Man, I love me some television. Oh, Ally McBeal has resorted to doing stunt casting with Chubby Checker. Man, that's fucking old school right there. They're keepin' it real. (Yeah. Real boring.)

Beach. Night. Graphic. "Day 3 continues…three hours after first dates." The guys frolic with the girls as Andy voice-overs, all pseudo-serious again, that the girls are fun but he thinks there are "a few sharks in the mix." Now we get an incongruous day shot of the guys in their hut talking about the "man-hungry" girls and worrying about the boy hos being all over their girlfriends as they speak.

We then cut to the "Single Girls' Dinner" where all the girl hos sit around a big table and talk about the guys. Someone asks whom they are attracted to and most of them shout, "Billy!" Man, there is more estrogen in the room here than at the Bristol-Meyer lab back in the forties when they were first trying to manufacture The Pill. The girl that I like -- I can't remember her name right now but the un-ho-ey girl from New York (Britt) -- is saying nothing as everyone else squawks about Billy and him being the "whole package." Hee, she said package. Someone says he's "soulful." Sure.