I can barely watch "Growing Up Gotti"--it's past my mortification threshhold for reality TV--although the sight of Pete Gotti trying to explain Che Guevera to his uncaring nephews was one of the better bits on TV last year. I've come to realize watching little parts of the show since then that Pete is Cliff Clavin. He's always half-offering half-understood facts to the uncaring crowd. Kind of hilarious. That show! Her extensions! Oy! Also related: I'm starting to think Under the Tuscan Sun has done a lot of damage to the collective American female psyche. Just notin, even though I'm a sucka for it too.