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'Anger Management' gets 90-episode run on FX. What else could you do with 45 hours?

Wednesday’s news that FX’s Charlie Sheen vehicle of destruction Anger Management will produce 90 more episodes over the next two years has prompted us to think short and hard about how else we could piss away FORTY-FIVE HOURS of our one life on this earth. Presenting…

4 or 5 Alternative Uses of 45 Hours

1. Construct, then float along Laziest River
2. Interact with other humans
3. Finally write novel (50 Shades of I Don’t Give a F—)
4. Watch The Expendables 2 26.2 times, instead of running a marathon
5. ANYTHING. Literally anything else! Forty-five hours!!!

What’s your suggestion? Just comment with the first thing you think of. Keep it clean!

'Abby & Brittany' series premiere: 2 Girls, 1 Bod

You may remember conjoined twins Abby (left) and Brittany Hensel from the documentary Joined for Life when they were 16, or Oprah or their Life magazine cover when they were 6. Now they have an eight-episode TLC series, Abby & Brittany, which premiered Tuesday.

I’d call this show “mundanely fascinating.” I’m not sure if we’ll get into heavier subject material later on, but much of the action in the first two episodes involved shopping for groceries and shopping for clothes. Believe it or not, that seemed like enough for now. Through voiceovers, we learn that the point of the series is to present “our normal, regular life.” I learned more from watching them navigate simple moves — eating chicken wings, riding a bike, hugging (which side???) — and hearing from their fun-loving, delightfully Minnesotan group of college girlfriends than I might have learned during an entire season of a typical reality show. It’s about basic humanity, and I didn’t find it exploitative in the slightest. And it made me think a LOT. READ FULL STORY

'Gallery Girls' vs. Ukraine's real-life 'Sleeping Beauty' art installation: Which is worse?

Where’s the art? I’m stumped.

I’ve been thinking a lot about this “living fairy tale” exhibit (see video below) at the National Art Museum of Ukraine, at which any male suitor above the age of 18 may kiss a young painted lady who’s pretending to be asleep. If she opens her eyes, they must get married. This is real! Look at her ear doilies! It’s all so bizarre and disease-y — but after settling in for some Monday night cable, I had to ask: Is it worse than Gallery Girls on Bravo?  READ FULL STORY

'Gallery Girls' on Bravo: What is your damage?!

I’ve found my new favorite show to hate-watch (well, I love it but you will definitely maybe hate it): Gallery Girls on Bravo. This grotesque reality TV canvas is like a post-surrealist hybrid of The Hills and Girls — priced at $0 for all you art collectors! — that should probably just be called Bitches. It stars six young snots and one hardworking woman from Long Island who live and “work” in NYC and Brooklyn, which the show treats like a separate country.

Have I lost you yet, or do the two melting clocks in the desert (pictured) have you intrigued? READ FULL STORY

'Suits': An emotional twist, a rekindling of sexual tension, and Harvey about to punch Louis -- must be finale time!

If your DVR, like mine, cut off the promo for next week’s Suits season finale after last night’s episode, watch it in full below. If you haven’t seen last night’s episode yet, do not watch that promo. MAJOR SPOILER. Let’s break it down. READ FULL STORY

What's your damage, Olympics commercials?

Welcome to ‘What Is Your Damage,’ Annie Barrett’s summer shop of all the melodrama and self-absorption she misses from springtime reality TV. Every Tuesday and Friday, she’ll rant about a current offense to her humanity, then assess readers’ damages via video replies. Don’t be shy about admitting what annoys or intrigues you. We’re all in this pop cult together!

What’s your damage, Olympics commercials? Way to fuel my post-London depression. The Games are over but you’re still around, bringing back misty water-colored memories of the 17 days I spent cryling (crying/smiling) and LOVING IT on my couch. It’s time to go! You’ll fade out anyway, and it’s best we make a clean break so I can muster up the courage to go outside again. You know I love you, but you’re ultimately a fleeting tease, like Costas’ one-night-only hipster glasses. “What’s Your Damage, London?” volumes 1, 2, 3, and 4 were fun, but I can’t keep writing about the Olympics forever. Just once more. Allow me to assess your damage.

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Olympics recap, Day 14: The joy of Carmelita Jeter's victory, agony of Morgan Uceny's defeat

NBC’s primetime telecast had something for everyone Friday night: Joy and pain at the track (both running and BMX), the network’s two best trips down memory lane (with the 1992 Dream Team and the first charming man to run under a four-minute mile), male 10m platform divers with and without body hair, and a Downton Abbey shout-out in a Mary Carillo segment on castles and coats of arms. (Why didn’t they choose a funnier sound bite from the Dowager Countess?) Let’s dig in. READ FULL STORY

What is your damage, London Olympics? (Vol. 4)

Welcome to ‘What Is Your Damage,’ Annie Barrett’s summer shop of all the melodrama and self-absorption she misses from springtime reality TV. Every Tuesday and Friday, she’ll rant about a current offense to her humanity, then assess readers’ damages via video replies. Don’t be shy about admitting what annoys or intrigues you. We’re all in this pop cult together!

What’s your damage, Olympics? (After the exhaustive picture roundups of Volume 1, Volume 2, and Volume 3, I ask you for the last time.) Why must you end in two days and RUIN MY LIFE?

I’m particularly mad at you, Bob Costas, for wearing those random yet intriguing glasses that kept disappearing and reappearing during last night’s primetime telecast. Why’d you wait ’til Day 13 to transform into Harry Potter’s wet hot American uncle? Those hipster specs of yours were just like the Olympics: As soon as you get invested — poof! They’re gone. Brutal.

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Olympics recap, Day 12: Misty sandy-colored memories of the way we won

That sand looks super spongey, right? Like long jump gold medalist Brittney Reese is landing in a big cake? It’s tea time, fellow armchair Olympians. Let’s dig deep and dive right in.

Day 12 brought a gold-medal U.S. vs. U.S. beach volleyball match, a charmed third time for sprinter Allyson Felix, and my sneaking suspicion that I would willingly watch random track and field events in prime time any night. These athletes, man. They’re getting to me. I don’t know if I can go back to regular old humans again. Couldn’t NBC just keep showing more Olympics instead of America’s Got Talent? They could still call it that! READ FULL STORY

Olympic Studs of the Day: Golden Girls Kerri Walsh Jennings and Misty May-Treanor

It’s a THREE-PEAT! Congratulations to Misty and Kerri — now three-time Olympic gold medalists and the best beach volleyball team in history. The pair, dubbed the Golden Girls due to their likenesses to Sophia and Blanche (nope), have been finding sand in weird places together for TWELVE YEARS. That’s nearly 2.1 million congratulatory mid-set ass pats!

Kerri and Misty have been the pinup girls of beach volleyball ever since their 2004 Athens win — and despite their wedgie-inducing uniforms and hot bods, I don’t mean “pinup” like that. I mean that every girl who decided to give beach volleyball a shot still has the Golden Girls tacked up somewhere on their bedroom walls. (Gabrielle Reece was on mine.) These two have set the tone of their sport and it’s gotten HUGE since then. Fun fact: Every player May and Walsh faced during the London games had started competitively after they’d won gold in Athens. READ FULL STORY

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