It's baaaaack!

The Amazing Race is back! I settled in last night to watch with H and T. H very calmly proclaimed that she was not going to root for anyone until she got to know the teams better, whereas every time a team was shown as leading, T yelled "I want them to win!" I could not be happier that Ari and Staella (I'd like to buy one of your extra vowels please) got eliminated. Soooo annoying and stereotypical. I like the New Orleans brother/sister team and Ronald and Christina--good manners go a long way in my book. The Goths surprisingly did not annoy me. And TK and Rachel seemed OK, though his name kept taking me back to my journalism days when we dropped "TK" in copy as a placeholder. I cannot stand all-girl teams that say they are relying on their looks or that they're competitive "like men." Say what? Women can't be competitive? Puh-leeze, they've never seen Pictionary at my house on Christmas Eve. Another thing I can't stand: Whining that the particular task at hand is "the hardest thing I've ever done." You know what? Give birth to an 8.5-lb baby without an epidural and then tell me whether that's still the hardest thing you've ever done. Or traverse halfway across a mountain with a dislocated shoulder. Suck it up people.