The Cutest Man on Television

If you are not watching Fashion Police on E! every Friday night you are missing the most important information program on television. Forget Meet the Press, 60 Minutes and World News Tonight. Not one of those esteemed broadcast answers the most important question of our time; Who are you wearing?

Joan Rivers hosts this meeting of minds and she would reduce her young costars to stunned silence if they could only stop laughing at her crass, crude and hilarious observations.

At least three times an episode Joan delivers a raunchy criticque of a celebrity that stuns Guiliana Rancic to silence. At times you can tell Guiliana isnt sure that being privy  to the hilarious truths that only someone who has survived as much as Joan can dare utter is in the best interest of her career.

Kelly Osbourne offers as much fashion advice advice as any tattooed offspring of a zoned out rock star can be expected to provide. But the only person on the panel that can truly appreciate Joan is the beloved and adorable George Kotsiopoulis. Joan is holding court and George is the only true lady in waiting on the panel. Giuliana and Kelly are merely usurpers to the throne who have to be kept close at hand to insure that they won't launch a rebellion.

George doesn't attempt to offer as many blithering attacks on celebrities as Kelly and Giuliana. He has the good sense to realize that no one is going to outshine Joan here. He just sits and fawns over Joan adoringly the way only another queen can and in doing so endears us to him. He does this all of course by looking absolutely adorable in his jeans and argyle sweater vests  sporting a couple days worth of stubble.

He is the cutest damn thing on television unless you count Andy Cohen over in the Bravo Clubhouse. Let's hope that gay marriage never becomes legal in this country because if those two were alowed to raise a family they would deliver a litter that hasn't been topped (you will excuse the expression) since 101 Dalmations.

It's been years since I even remotely thought that I might become a star one day. But every time I watch Fashion Police a tiny, tiny hope wells up in my little breast that one day I will be invited to walk a red carpet just so I can have George advise me.