Cat Deeley, How I Adore Thee

There are plenty of things to love about summer. The lack of school work. The weather. The vacations. The graduations. But for me, the end of May marks the new season of one my favorite shows, So You Think You Can Dance. And while I can't but smile watching the dancers and their amazing stories, one person truly makes this reality show Must-See TV- Cat Deeley.
Unlike every other reality host, Cat never has an attitude as if she's above the competitors. Instead, in nearly every episode you see her joking with the contestants, trying her hand at dancing despite her four-inch heels and gorgeous designer duds. She's incredibly earnest night in and night out, as she never seems to grow bored of the dancers. In some ways, she's the biggest fan of every dancer, there to support those whose performance was subpar, or celebrate after a jaw-dropping performance.
After seeing hosts like Ryan Seacrest seep with disdain and ambivalence, it's incredibly refreshing to see someone so excited truly love going to work everyday.

So I Think I Can Be the Mole

Me and reality TV just don't get along. Never have, and considering the newest bash of trashy concepts, we never will. But that doesn't mean I don't have a soft spot for quality programming. There are some reality shows that I'm completely and utterly obsessed with, to the point where I check discussion boards on a regular basis. Shows that I'd be willing to debate with anyone on their awesomeness. Every year, while I passionately despise 95% of the reality programs, there are always one or two exceptions. From Murder in a Small Town X to America's Next Top Model (Damn those modelathons), I found programs that actually entertained me.
And this summer, I'm not embarrassed to admit I've fallen for two shows: The Mole and So You Think You Can Dance. Of course, I've been obsessed with both since their initial run, but that doesn't make me any less excited to see a new batch of contestants. With the Mole, I can't help but play along with the players, developing my own theories on the deceptive contestant (My money's on Craig, for the record.) And sure, no one can replace Anderson Cooper. But I still get excited during each execution without the steel fox.
With SYTYCD, I'm living vicariously through the dancers. I can't dance for shit. But I can appreciate the talent on the show. And even though I rooted for David Cook, American Idol doesn't have anything on the performances and quality of the show.
As much as I hate reality TV, everything is ok in moderation.