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When I was a kid, I often wanted to crawl inside my TV. Usually around the time “Charlie’s Angels” — and, more specifically, Cheryl Ladd — came on.
No matter how petty, jealous and materialistic some of them might seem — (cough) Tamra Barney (cough) — it’s hard not to feel at least a little sorry for the women of “The Real Housewives of Orange County” (10 p.m. Thursdays, Bravo).
Once cable channels discover a successful niche, they’d almost always rather run it into the ground than try something new.
It would be like realizing in the operating room that your surgeon is Patrick Dempsey. Or that the attorney standing between you and death row is Andy Griffith.
It’s almost enough to make you stop believin’.
Maybe it’s time to give that Urkel kid a second chance.
Having to question the generally unimpeachable genius of creator Matthew Weiner is enough to make any lover of quality television wince. But here goes: What in the name of Betty Draper’s fainting couch is going on with “Mad Men”?
It has all the makings of a new ad campaign from the convention authority.