"You lured me in just like Lisa Rinna seduced that guy in Another Woman's Husband."



McSweeney's Internet Tendency :: An Open Letter to Lifetime Television for Women.



I swear I was only going to watch you for half an hour. But that half-hour became an entire movie, and then another, and another, until I was as addicted to you as Meredith Baxter was to the drugs she was stealing from the methadone clinic in Darkness Before Dawn. Nothing mattered anymore—not working out, not clean socks and underwear, not even my friends. All I cared about was my next Lifetime Original fix. Each commercial for upcoming programming was like a miniature hit, a little taste, set to the tunes of Sarah McLachlan or to Peter Hyatt's "Have a Little Faith in Me."