Stephen Colbert and Breast Pumping

Having a newborn in the house creates a dangerously ripe opportunity for watching really bad television. About 90 percent of the time, I'm feeding her or holding her, both of which happen on the couch, and I'm too tired and too manually challenged to do anything other than watch lame TV programs that under normal circumstances, I would be too embarrassed to admit.

Maybe that's why that quote from The New Yorker posted in my last blog entry struck me as so gosh darn funny.

I've become a rabid devotee of Stacy London's and Clinton Kelly's antics on TLC's What Not To Wear. Who knew that watching other people's fashion foibles could be so much fun!?!

Catching up on Hugh Hefner's girl posse on The Girls Next Door provides endless amusement. I admit it, I'm hooked. Several times a week.

Thank god for Tevo, which is catching me up on all of the Chelsea Handler shows of the past year. Why would anyone spend time studying Hebrew verb patterns when you could be making fun of Jessica Simpson and Tom Cruise? Don't ask me!

Lastly, I've discovered the Colbert Report, which is actually slightly *less* embarrassing than my other TV fare these days. You can imagine just how funny this skit was then, as I was sitting at the dining room table milking myself to make a bottle for the baby and this came on the tube: