The CW recently revealed that Lindsey Gort (boy, that's a tough name to pull off) will play the young version of Samantha Jones, who was famous on Sex and the City for her super sexual, anything goes outlook.

Few things make me gag and cringe in horror like the thought of parents having sex. Not just my parents, mind you. All parents. I understand that it's silly of me to refuse to accept that people over the age of 50 have sex lives. And I also acknowledge that were it not for that one time my parents accidentally did it, I would not be here today to be grossed out about it in the first place. I get all that, people. But I think there must be an evolutionary basis for why "parents" and "sex" are two words I'd just as soon not have appear in the same sentence, let alone paragraph. And I don't think I'm alone in this.

The first, brief, season of this addictive primetime soap arrived on DVD today, and despite the fact that it only aired ten episodes, it managed to amass a healthy amount of extras to fill out its debut DVD set. Now, not all of them are super-compelling -- in fact, one of them bored me to tears -- but I give them bonus points for trying.

If you missed this series in its short run last fall (before it was yanked off the air because of the writers strike) it's easy to catch up with the posh lives of the über-rich socialite family, The Darlings. The social elite live and breathe New York money, with only the help of their family lawyer Nick (who's got daddy issues galore) to act as their moral compass. It's juicy and good, and the cast is just so damned pretty to look at.

With True Blood premiering this weekend, I was inspired to take a look back at the hottest bloodsuckers to grace the small screen. I have little doubt that TB's own fanged Bill will be joining this list in the coming weeks, if they stick at all close to the smokin' hot books (which are filled with seriously smutty vampire sex... and I mean that in the best possible way), and judging by the first two episodes they kind of are. So here's a look at the other cold-blooded creatures that can make your blood boil... with or without the help of those fancy glamor things.

Is this what bringing sexy back looks like?

During this winter break, I visited family and found myself not mentioning Parenthood when people asked for TV recommendations -- and not because I don't clearly love this show, but because I realized the individuals asking me have painfully lived through things we've watch the Bravermans endure, and it seems in very poor taste to tell my future mother-in-law whose own mother died of cancer not too long ago to tune in to Kristina fighting the battle. It begs the question: Is Parenthood a show for the privileged voyeur? Aside from the whole TV-as-escapism factor, I think there's an argument there with this show in particular. Then again, one of the reasons people love Parenthood as much as they do is because they've gone through some of the same emotions are the Bravermans, which can make our own lives feel less lonely, our issues less taboo and stigmatized and our problems more manageable (I see this a lot from fans in particular of Max's Asperger's, which, of course, makes sense). I've also had friends tell me that they can't stand Parenthood because they don't want to, say, watch Crosby and Jasmine sync their calendars when that's what they literally spent the week fighting with their spouse about. Can't win 'em all.

At last, Joe Biden discovers the real perks of being Vice President.

I laughed a lot during "Sex Education," but I wouldn't call it a great episode of Parks and Recreation. Season 5 has been off to a fairly slow start, and I'm wondering if sectioning off two major players of the cast to another city maybe wasn't the best idea in the world. I love Ben and April together, but aside from building a nice little friendship, I don't really see how far the plot of the show can be moved along with the two of them joking around in Washington... unless one (or both?) of them leaves their partner, something that I'm pretty positive isn't going to happen. (Though my research has led me to find a tiny community of Apren/Benpril shippers and apparently there's some pretty convincing fan fiction out there, though I sure as hell am not ever going to read it.)

Vaya con Dios Chuck and Sarah.

The upcoming Don't Trust the B---- in Apartment 23 is built upon the premise that people would deal with a crappy bitch of a roommate in order to live in a really great place. And you know what? We know the feeling. For the privilege of living in the following current and classic TV rental units, we'd pretty much cut off our right arms, or at least put up with someone who leaves wet towels all over the place or forgets to take out the trash.