Food Network has got it goin' on.
They've conjoined two of men's favorite things: women and food. They even have good ol' Paula Dean for men with a mommy complex. I'm not sure who the crap gets turned on by Barefoot Contessa, but she's married so obviously there's a market.
I switched on the Food Network earlier today whilst eating my Ready-made tuna salad in a can.
Sometimes I pretend I'm eating whatever they're making...to make whatever I'm eating seem less pathetic. Instead of tuna in a can with mysterious red 'n green bits, I theoretically ate seared steak, potatoes cooked in tasty lookin' brown stuff and a french pastry.
Aside from food, I noticed that all the women on these shows are either cute, cute with big boobs or, well, just have big boobs.
Dudes are totally watchin' this channel now. AND getting off on it.
"Oh yea baby, stir that Prosciutto"
I bet there are some guys that watch the food channel until their women get home and then they switch to ESPN and put a pillow in their lap. You know, the same guys that secretly watch Golden Girls and Supermarket sweep.
You know who you are.
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