Last night was Ugly Betty and 30 Rock. Ugly Betty was just learning a little sophistication at work, despite the protest of her family, but was wildly punished for it when her dad had a heart attack while she had her phone on mute at a party. I'm not sure what lesson she can learn here, and still actually move up. Is she supposed to decide to be happy to be an assistant? She did learn that schmoozing with a caterer has value, but that schmoozing with a fellow heavy girl did not and was in fact detrimental. While she wasn't dressed much better than she usually is, at least she didn't make my eyes bleed and her fucschia coat was actually cute and looked nice with the yellow bag. The blouse/dress with floppy bow was pretty bad, though.
30 Rock is just so deliciously random. I laughed out loud several times in a way I only seem to, when home alone, during 30 Rock and The Office, and even the latter hasn't caused that much lately. Can I recall any dialogue? No, except for Jenna singing "take a little bit of my lung" which wasn't too funny--it was just the delivery, and the fact that Jack said he wrote it. Salma Hayak seemed to fit right in, too.
I'm also halfway through a book, Girls Like Us: Carole King, Joni Mitchell, Carly Simon--And the Journey of a Generation by Sheila Weller. It's very interesting, though the writing style is a little breathless and the research seems kin

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