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American Idol. I can take it or leave it. Most of the time, any given performance by any particular “idol” makes my skin crawl. I completely despise the whole audition arc every season. I don’t really care to ever see another emotional or mental cripple make a fool of himself for the entertainment of the masses.

But you know … Steven Tyler as an Idol judge could just work. At this stage of his career, he simply can’t carry off the whole “Wild Man of Rock n’ Roll” thing. He’s much more of a businessman than a rock-god.

For years, my biggest argument with Idol has been the misguided attempts of various wannabes to measure up against the big dogs, the Divas and the demi-gods. No one, not even Adam Lambert, can do anything by Queen justice. No one else is Freddie Mercury. The same could be said of Aerosmith and Steven Tyler.

Now, at last, when someone on the panel says “you’re over-reaching” and “you’re no Prince” … he’ll know exactly of what he speaks.

If you don’t know what the initials stand for, you should probably enjoy this picture a moment then just move on before someone gets hurt.

This lovely young woman is Jeanine Mason, “America’s Favorite Dancer” for 2009.  And seriously, what’s not to like?

I somehow watched almost the entire season of So You Think You Can Dance.  I’m not sure when or how I got sucked in, but it started because my wife simply loves the show.  Never misses it.  In fact, she will absolutely chew me out if I somehow fail to instruct the TiVo properly and it doesn’t get correctly recorded.

Few shows on TV dish out more hysterical hyperbole than SYTYCD.  Seriously, people, it’s not a cure for cancer … it’s a dance about breast cancer.  And we wouldn’t really know that if someone didn’t tell us first.  I’ll admit that I can admire the insane creativity of some of the choreographers.  Even the ones I don’t get are still entertaining enough.  But the crying and the screaming by the judges?  That get’s old.  It really does.

But Cat Deeley is a long stemmed rose of a host … all legs and that tingle inspiring accent.  Plus I think she is just too damn sweet.  The dancers themselves, once you cut away the excess, are often quite stunning.  The athletic moves and revealing costumes can be nothing short of jaw-dropping.

Then there’s Jeanine.  I have no doubt she deserved to win this year and, were I the sort of guy who did that sort of thing, she would have had my vote.  She is not only stunningly attractive, but she is beautifully authentic as well.

Way to go, Jeanine.  Congrats.

And Cat, I’ll see you this fall for season six.

So You Think You Can Dance returns to Fox September 9.