So Jenny Slate said the F-word in her first episode, during a sketch about biker chicks who say "Frickin'" constantly. OK! I can see how that would happen. And the sketch aired at about the 12:40 AM mark of the episode, so I'm pretty sure no truly innocent children were too corrupted by it. NBC will probably be fined, because those are the rules, but clearly, the poor girl won't be fired. Her gaffe alone entered a lackluster premiere heavily into today's news cycle, and besides, I've seen her perform, and she has a lot to offer. I think she'll be alright.

You know how comedians always say that when they're around each other they have to pull out the most offensive material possible to make each other laugh? I guess these roasts are a televised example of that. And though last night may have been officially a roast of Joan Rivers, Robin Quivers got it the worst, hands down. I didn't include the trillions of jokes made about her father molesting her below, but holy crap! So many jokes about her father molesting her! Yikes!

Okay, so last night's Lost season finale -- the last episode before the big endgame starts in 2010 -- was pretty crazy. Jacob showed up, as did Bernard and Rose... even Vincent the dog! But it had a lot of stuff going on, and not all of it was good. In fact, some of it was annoying as hell, so we thought we'd run down the five things that annoyed us the most. Obviously, this is going to be a very spoilery discussion, so if you haven't seen the episode yet, by all means do not read any further, unless you're looking for a reason to be angry with us.

If it's Tuesday, this must be TWoP News! There's a lot of moving and shaking going on this week, as shows change timeslots (or defiantly don't), shows get canceled (or surprisingly don't), and showrunners leave shows (that don't even have names yet). Also, someone is injuring our nation's celebrities, and it may be Michael Flatley. Let's begin!

After my list of supporting characters I love last week, I was worried I was putting way too much positivity into the world. We can't have that, so here is the flipside! These are the current (current! Don't yell at me in the comments for excluding cancelled and/or already fired people!) scripted and reality characters who are a detriment to their shows, and oh, how we hate them for it.

UGH! I could just about kill the judges on American Idol sometimes. Last night was almost unbearable in its utter stinkdom and proved to me beyond the shadow of a doubt that these people are effing hacks who know nothing about music. I might be the last person on Earth to discover this, and if you were planning to point that out to me, just shhhhhhhhhhhhhh. In an effort to apply the valuable lessons I've been learning in reading my bedside tome, Anger Management for Dummies, I'm going to attempt to put forth some clear, concise and well-reasoned issues I had with the things uttered by these fools last night so as to avoid blowing a damned gasket and having a spontaneous brain aneurysm from sheer rage. Bear with me.

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:

To be completely honest, I haven't watched The Real World since around the time Trishelle came on the scene, and it's for the reasons that a lot of people love the show: too much trashy drunken sluttiness and stupidity run amok. It's for this very reason that the first episode of the new season, set in Red Hook, Brooklyn appealed to me and gave me hope that the show is trying to return to its quasi-relevant, less Girls Gone Wild-y tone.

The answer to that question should be a resounding no. If the question was "Can you feel the desperation of nine guys who really want to be rich and famous without having actually any skill aside from kissing ass?" then the answer would be yes. The "star" of this "show" is Brody Jenner, who is pretty much famous for having a famous dad and using that to leverage his way into reality TV "stardom." Though his official bio on the MTV site would have you think differently: "Nominated for a 2008 Teen Choice Award for his role on The Hills, Brody Jenner is more than just a handsome face; he's a talented entertainer, a budding entrepreneur and a lover of all things luxurious." OK then.

My lovely boss Angel forced asked me to sit in on a conference call with Ryan Seacrest on the eve of his latest reality show offering, Momma's Boys. Doubtless you've already been bombarded by the show's promos but for the uninitiated, it's sort of a dysfunctional spin on the traditional reality dating show -- three guys who are creepily inordinately attached to and reliant on their moms are searching for love amongst the usual mansion-full of good girls, aspiring singers, ex-cons and Penthouse Playmates. The spin is that their moms are along for the ride, helping weed out the gold-diggers and totally c*&k-blocking their sons when they try to get sexay with the aforementioned "ladies" in the hot tub.