Hosea may be Top Chef (total Top Scallops move, Colicchio!) and America may have rejected our beloved Normund, but there is still some good news in the TV world. And some more bad news, actually. It's really a mixed bag today. How about some good news first? Deal.

While we're still reeling from the surprising and unfathomable shocker of Hosea winning the Top Chef prize this week, we decided to look back at some other reality show contestants who didn't deserve their titles either. There have been quite a few, and heck, we could have probably made most of this list with just Survivor players (Amber and Tina, we're looking in your general direction). And that's not even counting people whom we just didn't like, even though they earned their wins, like Hung, Fantasia, Mike Boogie, Flo and Zach (OK, mostly just Flo). So if we we're in the business of revoking titles, these are the ones that we'd like to take back.

It's Thursday, also known as American Idol results show day (wait, isn't that usually Wednesday?... hush, fool, just be glad it's only on two days a week), also known as the first day in the reign of our new Top Chef (which luckily does not involve any actual responsibilities other than shilling Diet Dr. Pepper during commercial breaks with previous competitors while your eyes scream a quiet "help"), also known as Friday Eve. Hold off on your desire to race headlong into the nearest bar and quell your Thursday thirst just a little longer with these refreshing drops of news.

So the Top Chef finale happened last night and the only word I can use to describe my feelings on the matter is: gobsmacked. Everyone I know was pulling for Carla (and the Fan Favorite poll supported this fact), but most of the peeps I talked to had it pretty much locked down that Stefan was gonna end up with the gold. Did the producers simply do a bait-and-switch for the element of suspense/surprise? I just don't get it. To my mind, Hosea got into the top three by some weird trickery or voodoo, and by the skin of his big ol' chompers at that. What I'm sayin' is, when it was announced that he got top honors, I just about peed my pants. He sooo doesn't deserve this. And here's why:

While I'm still baffled about how Nick Mitchell/Normund Gentle even made it this far in the process (in fact, how he made it to Hollywood is a mystery) now that he's here, I'm kind of hoping that he makes it through. I know it sounds crazy, and even I can't believe that I'm saying it, but if I hadn't had to go watch Lost (which takes every ounce of my concentration) I would have voted for him ... and I rarely vote. But there's something about this sassy pants sparkle-clad man that has me alternately horrified and fascinated by the whole Normund persona. Here's my reasoning on why he should stay.

It's Wednesday, which means that I'm just sitting here trying to will the time to move faster (where's Faraday when I need him?) so that I can get home to indulge in a gluttonous amount of TV, including (but not necessarily limited to) Lost, American Idol, Biggest Loser, Top Chef, Little Miss Perfect and Man v. Food. I have a problem. Do you think Faraday could also find a way to invent a DVR that can record like four things at once? That'd be helpful too. Anyway, to help make the time pass a little more quickly, here's some news.

So the Crippling Insecurity Summit aired last night, and it was slightly more horrifying than even I expected. Tamra in particular was in rare form, wasn't she? Anyway, the crispy hair, crispier skin and even emptier lives were on parade for all to mock on the RHOC reunion, and while they may not have actually gotten up to smack each other like the Atlanta girls did (and then chicken out, unfortunately), the allegations were much more plentiful and hardly any of them made any sense. So I guess it's a draw. Either way, can we put Tamra in jail already?

On the March 4 episode of Lost, we'll see what Sawyer, Jin, Juliet and the rest of the castaways have been up to since they stopped time-traveling and started playing Dharma Initiative. Were they really there for three actual years? At the very least, they must have been there long enough for Jin to get in the habit of rolling up on unwanted visitors in his pimpin' van and pulling a gat on them. Here's what we think's been going on down in Sawyerville since Locke made a deal and spun the wheel.

Happy Mardi Gras, people! I know I'm always insinuating subtly in these things that everything's better with booze, but this time I really mean it! It's your duty as an American to go find the bar that makes the unholiest Hurricane, eat your fill of nasty li'l crawdads and dance in the streets naked. Or maybe just the Hurricane part. Whee! In the meantime, put these spicy TV newsbits in your noggin.

We're officially past the half-way mark for the maiden season of The City (does this show ever friggin' end?) and I'm still not convinced I give a French flip about our protagonist Whitney Port. Seems to me her only real function is to wear hideous outfits and stare blankly at her vastly more interesting friends, enemies, lovers, employers and cohorts. The problem with Whitney as I see it is that she seems like a relatively functional, stable human, and therein lies the reason she's so goddamned boring to watch. When someone crosses her, she doesn't freak out and smack a bitch. She doesn't plot revenge or cry 'til the mascara streams down her face. She calmly and maturely deals with it like a normal person. And I don't care how many porn shots of the good life in New York City the producers splice into this show, that makes for some dull-ass TV. Her cracked crew of friends and associates are all sorts of flawed, and that's why I'm proposing a handful of spin-offs that I'm hoping MTV will create so I don't have to look at Whitney's zombie stare anymore.