Love on an Escalator: Stepping it up When it's Heading Down

Ewwww, girl, Biggest Losers got good last night!

Seems the producers clued in that the whole, working-as-couples thang completely did away with good old Lord of the Flies group scheming so it is back to every big man and woman for him and her self!

The black team is now blue. The blue team is now black. And the rest were allotted according to Bob's first draft picks (he greedily picked up the top three teams without one downward dog of a hesitation).

Highlights include Paul noting his black team of losers is "David versus Goli-lath." (I love adding random letters to names! I'm officially now calling myself Lamber. See? It's like I'm French!)

But the best line of the night? When Maggie sourly notes that Bob had not only taken the best players but that it is obvious he "likes to surround himself with big beefy boys." Um, you think?

Bob is my all-time favourite ambigiously-inclined southern gent. Is he gay or is he just really happy? Who cares? He'd be the greatest pal to work out with on Saturday mornings.

In the end, Jenn, formerly of the purple team, was sent home where she now eats salad and hopes to be trim in time for her summer job at Camp Shane, a fat camp. I am not sure what is more perturbing: that a girl her size was employed at a fat camp, or that a girl her age stills works at a camp.