So, how was your summer vacation? Really, you did? That sounds like so much fun! Me? Mine was good, thanks for asking. Worked a lot, played a little, you know how it goes.

Ok, now that we’ve displensed with the pleasantries, how amazing spice is “Kid Nation”? Fuckin-A (or is it fuckinay? fuck-in-eh? fuchiné?), reality TV hasn’t been this fargin’ awesome since “The Pick Up Artist” went off the air. Ok, that was only like two weeks ago or whatever, but STILL. Kid Nation! Between that show and “Gossip Girl”, Hump Day is now even better than Howie Day!

But back to Kid Naish. Rather than recap the show (Ed Note: I don’t care if you click, bookmark, Google or RSS them, but whatever you do, don’t miss either Lindsay’s Vulture reviews OR Gabe’s HuffPo liveblog), I’d rather focus my time and yours contemplating three quick things:

—WHERE DID THESE KIDS LEARN ABOUT SHOTS? Not sure about your childhood, but neither The Senator nor your Uncle Grambo even knew what a shot WAS until we were like 14. Your Uncle Grambo has a sneaking suspicion that there’s a strong correlation between 10 year olds pounding root beer boilermakers to kill time in Bonanza City and the perpetual drunk fest that “The Real World” has been ever since show producers figured out that drunk people = great television. Thanks for nothing, Dommer!

—TAYLOR IS WELL ON HER WAY TO BECOMING HER GENERATION’S ALYSSA MILANO. Back in 1984 or so, if you were a male who just so happened to be born between 1970 and 1976 AND had a working television in your home, all you could think about when watching “Who’s The Boss” was how much you wanted to bone Alyssa Milano. My guess is that Taylor holds that same appeal to today’s suburban youth, only with the bonus of a Southern accent (and arms that are significantly less hairy).

—IF ERIC ISN’T RICHARD MAZUR’S ILLEGITMATE CHILD, MY NAME AIN’T NATHAN ARIZONA! Ferreals.

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