I don’t watch “American Idol” regularly, but it comes in on the kitchen TV so sometimes I see it during dinner, and after however-many seasons, I’m getting the feeling that the only thing standing between me and a recording career is “song selection”. Similarly, the only reason I’m not a Top Model is, well, there are too possibilities, either I lack confidence, or I overthink things. Which, no contestant on that show has ever in her life been guilty of overthinking anything. It must be a fashion-insider code for, taking a guess here, underthinking. I do see that show often enough to be pissed that they fired Paulina. First Janice, then Twiggy, now this, how many “fashion icons” do they think we can emotionally bond with? But by all means, if you can get Kate Moss or Naomi Campbell to heroin-up the joint, do so!

I'm seeing a matinee today, and according to the Momofuku Ssam web page, Brussels sprouts are in season, so I'm hitting that for lunch. If you don't think of sprouts (or as infantile porn star Katie Morgan called them on HBO, "balls") as something you'd shove an old lady with a walker out of the way to get to, then you haven't tasted David Chang's. Balls.