Jeff Probst

Before it was my job, the way I alleviated my feelings of guilt for watching so much television was to binge on it while working out. (And by "working out" I mean "cycling--not spinning--on a stationary bike on the lowest setting possible.") Because the television is right in front of me and The New Yorker was sooooo far away (like, I left it at home or possibly didn't buy it this week), I could justify vegging out to the worst shows imaginable. Unfortunately, my workout regime was so erratic that I've gotten a pretty skewed idea of what certain shows are actually about. Here's my recap of what I could gather was going on last night!