Shame

Where do you start? Do you start with the accused, Jerry Sandusky, the former assistant football coach at Penn State, who's been charged with abusing children as those at the university where he was employed did nothing? Do you start with the alleged victims, boys as young as 8 years old, who will be scarred for as long as they live, longer even than football coach Joe Paterno's storied career? Do you start with the coach himself, a man so revered they call him "Pa," who didn't do enough to stop it?

I have a confession to make: I watch reality TV. I promise, I'm not about to launch into a timeline of the most dramatic moments in "Teen Mom 2: Return to Glorifying Underage Parenting. " Instead, I'd like to argue for something most reality TV watchers scorn: responsibility. (I know, I kind of want to tell myself to shut up, too.) Enduring this season of "The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills," with its seedy subplots of domestic violence, drug abuse, suicide and alcoholism, has pretty much harshed my reality-show mellow.

Merry TBOX, everyone. Merry cereal throwing, merry 36-bar takeover and merry sticker collecting. Most of all, merry Sunday walk of shame in full-on elf gear. This Saturday, as the mad crowds descend once more on Wrigleyville for the annual Twelve Bars of Christmas pub crawl, I will be nowhere to be found. Because I've done enough crawling for the year. (Well, that and I can't wrap my head around the idea of letting a stranger pour a few traditional shots of Fruity Pebbles into my face while cluching a Miller Lite at 9 a.m. )

So many superlatives have been heaped on Denver quarterback Tim Tebow that he seems almost godlike. He certainly finds ways to win - often in thrilling fashion. As for the Bears, well, they needed a victory Sunday by any means possible. Yet they did not get their wish, and now their playoff hopes might need divine intervention. Here's who looked heavenly and who was hellish against the Broncos.   FIRST QUARTER Heavenly: Charles Tillman made a leaping - and dare we say, miraculous?

Hi there. I'm here today to talk to you about a new STD. It's very serious and very gross. It's called "Virgin Diaries. " If you are a person with eyes, a semi-functional brain and nothing to do on a Sunday evening, you may have already been infected with this dangerously unsexy virus. What is it? "Virgin Diaries" is a reality TV special centered on the lives of adult virgins. The special - which premiered last week - seems benign at first. You meet somewhat socially awkward virgins who, for various reasons, have not participated in sexy times.

So many superlatives have been heaped on Denver quarterback Tim Tebow that he seems almost godlike. He certainly finds ways to win -- often in thrilling fashion. As for the Bears, well, they needed a victory Sunday by any means possible. Yet they did not get their wish, and now their playoff hopes might need divine intervention. Here's who looked heavenly and who was hellish against the Broncos. First quarter Heavenly: Charles Tillman made a leaping -- and dare we say, miraculous?

When the Screen Actors Guild (SAG) announced its 2011 nominations this morning , a few things ran through my mind that I'd like to ask the voters (politely, of course): 1. Do you really think Jonah Hill's sidekick role in "Moneyball," which merely required the actor to be quieter and less obnoxious, contributed more to the story than Albert Brooks' softly chilling villain in "Drive," a marvel of simmering menace? In the battle between "funny guy becomes low-impact supporting player" and "funny guy becomes one of the year's most memorable bad guys," I'll take the killer.

Allow me to begin my take on this morning's Golden Globe nominations with a sigh of relief: the extremely shallow, incredibly exploitative assumed Oscar contender "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close," one of the worst movies of the year , received zero nominations. None. Not, as some predicted, for Best Picture, Best Supporting Actor (Max Von Sydow) or Best Supporting Actress (Sandra Bullock). Well done, Hollywood Foreign Press Association (HFPA). Now that I got that off my chest, some other thoughts: -- "The Artist" maintained its front-running Oscar status, picking up nominations in every major category expected (Picture, Director, Actor, Supporting Actress)

"So where was I? Nervous? Don't be. This isn't about you. " With that, Ricky Gervais was off and running Sunday as host/roastmaster of the 69th annual Golden Globe awards, putting Hollywood's A-listers on notice but also referencing the hype he's gotten for hosting the ceremony. "Tonight you get the world's biggest comedian, hosting the world's second-biggest awards show on America's third-biggest network," he said in his opening monologue during the ceremony that aired on NBC. "Sorry, it's fourth.

I'm terrible at talking to women in bars. I always feel so awkward, and never know what to say. On the rare occasion that I've gotten a few numbers from girls, it never leads anywhere. What can I do to get over myself? --Bar Not So Fly I doubt I'm the first one to suggest this, but maybe you should try meeting women somewhere other than bars? Bars are weird spaces. It's sort of assumed that women who go alone to bars are either very sad or desperately trying to get laid, otherwise why would they be there?