Oh, one more thing. After we sent Ugo home, all the women in the crew and most of the gay men berated us for eliminating the show's most gorgeous artist, depriving them of their porn hit and probably dooming us all to the ratings basement. Thus was I robbed of my sincere delusion of believing, for one fleeting hour, that once upon a time when I was young, that I too might have been beautiful. Reality TV sucks. Or maybe it's just that reality does.
*Ed. note: Jerry's wife is Roberta Smith, art critic for the New York Times.