Ohhh... Paula, Paula, Paula. Why?

You know I watch food network. I have it on most of the day just as background noise until, of course, Rachael Ray comes on, then I have to mute that YUMMO, EVOO, SAMMY, STOUP - spouting screeching howler monkey. And when Tater Tot aka Lard Weasel aka Guy Fieri, and now affected to Guy Fietti, nee Guy Ferry, comes on with his spiked, bleached hair, his bling, his bowling shirts, his sweatbands worn on his forearms, his sun glasses worn on the back of his head, his cool surfer dude personae (NOT!), with his constantly stuffing food into his gaping maw, and with his catch phrases, "That's Money!," "On Like Donkey Kong!" and, yes, he actually had "Rock out with your cock out!" on his website at one time, then I just have to turn off the TV, go into a dark room, and curl up in the fetal position. So, with that said, it was absolutely no surprise when I found this video of Pauler Dean at the South Beach Wine and Food Festival. Back in the old days, this woman seemed to be a nice Southern lady. Then Food Network got a-holt of her and she's become a cacklin' , butter-packin', heart-attack waitin' to happen whore for the network. Paula's Party is unwatchable what with her double entendres, sexual innuendoes, and bawdy, bodacious behavior. Sticking her tongue in a chocolate fountain and stuffing food in her guests' mouths and trying to break dance on the floor (at 3:19 into the clip) are several incidences that come to mind. Food Network, just show me some good recipes and stop trying to force caricature "personalities" down my throat. That is NOT entertainment.