Too many! Too many! And what a week it has been for the reality biz. The Average Joes had their tiny Hawaiian paradise invaded by eight gorgeous examples of eugenics. "They're cloning themselves," moaned one of the poor "Joes" as the hunks strode through the door. And the tiny little Joe, the one who resembles a Hobbit with bifocals -- were those tears welling up in his little bloodshot eyes?

"My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiance" is one of those genius Fox shows where they take the reality show premise and turn it in on itself. So the girl thinks she's in on the joke, but really she's the butt of it. Don't know how it will last for more than two or three weeks. The actor playing her fake intended is just too, too good at being disgusting.

And the old standby, "American Idol," returned with a vengeance. And with even less talented auditioners than in seasons past. As Simon stated, "America is suffering from a huge epidemic of self-esteem." All these sad kids, thinking they can sing. Mommas, don't let your babies grow up to sing pop songs.

"The Apprentice," the Donald Trump show, is instantly addicting. Well cast. Nicely plotted with tasks assigned to the men's and women's teams. Couldn't ask for a better study of group dynamics. As usual, the women bitch and backstab and use sex as their weapon, and then buckle down and work together to get the thing done. The men just bitch and backstab and act all Type-A about everything. It's a dick-swinging free-for-all that makes all the men look ridiculous and petty. No teamwork there. When Jason, the leader of the men's team last week, refused to call the head of MarquisJet because "we don't have time," you had a perfect example of the stubborn male mentality. They know better. They steam ahead. Why talk to the actual client? They lost.