I joined that playwrights' workshop last night, but nothing absurd or humiliating happened there and frankly, I'm shocked. I can't think of anything snarky to write, so instead I'll tell you how I'm totally losing patience with Nip/Tuck, which had its third season premiere last night. I could have easily waited a few more months for the premiere because I still feel dirty from last season's heavy-handed serial rapist sub-plot and because after two seasons, the writers on Nip/Tuck refuse to schedule a lunch with "subtlety." Would we see more crazy doctors slicing off their own faces? Would we see transsexual pederasts make out with their own children? Would we get a new sophomoric aphorism — "beauty is a curse on the world" — because clearly we're idiots who can't quite grasp the point of the show, that constant striving for outer beauty exposes inner ugliness?

Probably.