Guilty Pleasures

Lucie's a week away from LSAT, so I'll be guest blogging this one.

I'm not sure if this really counts as a guilty pleasure because, well, we're really quite unabashed about it. We cannot get enough Gordon Ramsay. Maybe it's because we both worked in food service (and masochistically enjoyed it). Maybe it's because, for a very brief stint, we were planning on starting a brew pub. Maybe it's because we're both spastic Type-A types who enjoy watching slackers and the incompetent get reamed.

Stock footage.

We've power-watched an entire season of Hell's Kitchen just to recover before. We've also watched both versions (U.S. and U.K.) of Kitchen Nightmares. We watch MasterChef on a weekly basis. Fortunately, the man is so shamelessly prolific that he has multiple shows airing at any part of the year. Oh no, the season finale of Kitchen Nightmares was the other week? MasterChef starts. Hell's Kitchen winds to a close? Hotel Hell. And on the off chance there's no new Ramsay-hosted show to watch? We get hangry.

Similar sorta feeling as when Colbert gives himself a week off for Memorial Day.

And we get hangry because it forces us to accept that another day has started and we need to return to our productive, hyperachieving lives.

Also: Shaun T.