It takes a certain kind of person to agree to appear on a reality show. The candidates don't seem to be well-educated, well-balanced or financially secure, which naturally suggests fishing from the bottom of the barrel as opposed to skimming the cream of the crop. So why does everyone seem so surprised when skeletons walk out of their closets?

Rob Lowe has no shame. Now that he plays Sam Seabourn on The West Wing he tries to project a public image of this statesman above reproach; hell, even the President goes to him for advice (on the show).

Well, gee, someone's a bitter little bitch, aren't they? And someone's certainly been dressing a bit more ... flamboyantly lately - the jaunty little number he wore to the Kids Choice Awards would have looked right at home on Christopher Street (not that I'm implying anything; I'm just sayin'!) or Fire Island. But whatever he's wearing, underneath it all he's still the same unkind soul - except for when he's giving rides home to poor, defenseless transvestites he's never seen before.

Never let anyone call Oprah slow on the draw. She loves a good plagiarist and a BS story even more. "Gee," she may have said. "It looks like fun to get paid for other people's ideas. How can I get me some of that?" The skinny (ahem) after the jump.