On a semi-break from reality TV during the holidays, but I couldn't help watching most of the "Survivor" finale. The good-girl factor again kept a player from winning the money. Had Lill, the wrinkled scoutmaster, taken Jon the Liar to the final two, she'd be a millionaire now. By choosing Sandra instead, Lill spelled her own doom. Oh, well. There'll be another 16 wet, dirty, hungry players to watch in January.

Still can't watch "Simple Life." Only girls as scrawny and rude as Nicole and Paris could make the state of Arkansas look good in comparison. I am, however, mildly fanatical about "Rich Girls." Poor Ally Hilfiger. Making a burrito sends her into psycho-drama. She can't navigate a grocery store. She doesn't know the ingredients of Mexican food. And she bursts into hysterical tears when she can't find an art store open on Sundays! Somebody call Amnesty International! No one should have to live like this!

More later, after the New Year.