It's Sex and the City (London, not New York) with a lot more sex and no girlfriends. I guess I should be up in arms that it totally glamorizes the world's oldest profession, but I'm not. In fact, for a brief moment, a few minutes into the second episode, I was contemplating a career change.
Things I immediately loved about the show: 1) As protagonist Hannah/Belle (her working name), Billie Piper, the former squeaky-clean British pop star and sidekick in the Doctor Who TV series, makes a pretty convincing high-class prostitute who is likable and sympathetic without falling into that hooker-with-a-heart-of-gold Pretty Woman cliché. 2) The bitch-on-sky-high-heels agent. I'd take her over any of the girls in her stable. 3) Daniel, the cute client who brought Hannah out after Belle failed to get him off. If only he hadn't disappeared after that first episode.
Women don't cook -- or at least they can't seem to make a killing doing it. The Australian morning news shows are pretty bad: Not one of the anchors can hold a candle to Matt Lauer (Today) or Robin Roberts (Good Morning America), and the programs lose credibility every time one of those infomercials for products that will give you great abs for minimal exertion pop up. But if you're looking for the perfect recipe, you're in luck. Every weekday morning at 9am, following Today on GEM, UK-expatriate celebrity chef James Reeson gets my mouth watering with Alive and Cooking. Which makes me wonder, why are so many celebrity chefs male? It's the same way in the U.S. Julia Child and Rachael Ray aside, I can't think of a single lady who made her fortune slaving over a hot stove. Even Martha Stewart had to furiously multi-task to ascend the ladder of domestic success.
'80s fever is still a pandemic. If the posters around town advertising Gary Numan's upcoming Melbourne concert, or the soundtrack in so many bars around town didn't tip me off, last night's Mazda CX9 commercial did: As in Argentina, the '80s revival is still in full swing down under. Playing in the background as the family in the TV ad ooh'd and aah'd over its new wheels: Oz band Eurogliders' great 1984 hit "Heaven (Must Be There)." I'll have one of those!