It's funny how this year kick-started in a flurry of madness - and it seems that instead of everything slowing down and settling into a nice, monotonous, boring routine occasionally broken by a sighting of Paris Hilton's vagina, the crazy is gathering speed and rolling faster and faster downhill, like one of those cartoon snowballs that wipe out everything in their path and eventually crash into a tree or a rock or a house somewhere far below. Well, it's been like this so far, and I honestly find it hard to believe that it's only been 2 weeks since the beginning of 2008. It actually feels like a whole month already! It's been crazy on the Britney front, the Writers' Guild canceled the Golden Globes - which turned into a boring press conference disaster - and it seems that the Oscars may soon go the same way too.

With all this going on, it would seem that a shift of taste and preference is inevitable. I mean, since porn starlets were free to enjoy their very own award ceremony without any hassle, I think that it won't be long before the adult industry takes over completely. At this rate and with the writers' strike nowhere near its finish, in a year or two we'll be completely immersed in the more... ahem, hard-core side of life and lovely ladies such as Jenna Jameson, Jenna Haze, Stormy Daniels, Monique Alexandre, Belladonna, Charmaine Star, Mary Carey, Sunny Luv... well, you get the point, will become household names for day and night-time TV. And no, it's no use pretending not to know who those girls are, no one will buy it.

Well, don't laugh - OK, you can laugh but I for one am feeling particularly bitter and resentful towards everyone in the TV business right now - writers, producers, presenters... for no particular reason other than the fact that for me and my friends, January has always been a month of celebration, of glamor and gossip, a sort of post-new year extravaganza that would help us all forget the back-to-work blues - and now that fact is being used as leverage in a power play that's ultimately all about the money. For the past ten years, my friends and I would get together and invariably end up having endless conversations on the silliest topics in the world. And now all we're left with is a boring list of winners and nothing but big-boobed, fake-tanned porn stars to discuss. Which is kind of depressing - not to mention annoying. The are only so many ways in which you can say "she looks good with her legs spread wide open".