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Schadenfreude and the "Paula Abduling" of wannabes

I am a bad person. I feel truly guilty for the immense pleasure I get from watching The WB Superstar, a reality talent show in which only the most absurdly untalented have a chance. There's the girl who reads lyrics off her hand, and multiple boys with fashion-orientation issues (including my favorite, Frank, clad in a mesh bra, silver cross, and black stilettos). The judges mock the modestly talented and coddle the hopeless (a practice E! called "Paula Abduling the truly tune-challenged"). Frank was told, "There are two things money can't buy: clear skin and fearlessness. You have both, my friend."