Yes, it's kind of pathetic how much I enjoy Trump's reality TV show. For the record, I tuned into the first season and never found the will power turn it off. Here's an excerpt from a cultural criticism essay I wrote for a graduate journalism class during Season 2 (aptly titled "Trumping the Competition"):"What drives my obsession? Is it Trump's clever business advice, cheesy fanfares, and oh-so-classy comb-over? Is it the novelty of watching women with Harvard MBAs cat-fight as if they're on The Jerry Springer Show? Or the irony of seeing men in Dolce & Gabbana suits selling ice cream or planning a bridal show?It doesn’t take a business degree to understand why a reality show about office politics is a hit. The Apprentice appeals to our deep, dark desire to live vicariously through these young, attractive entrepreneurs. It satisfies our competitive drive and fulfills our fantasies of moving from prisoner of the cubicle to prince of Trump Tower. If thirty-something cigar salesman Bill Rancic can become Trump's apprentice, then why not us?"Why not us indeed. So, why do I bring this up now? Aside from the fact that I'm a little disappointed about Tim, the cute Ivy Leaguer with the million dollar tutoring business, getting the axe this week, there is logic to this tangent. I'm working on a series of entrepreneur profiles and I mentioned to my editor that I'd like to interview one of the candidates from a previous season. Then I happened to be talking to a publicist and asked about her other clients. Turns out her firm also handles press for the Trump Organization and several Apprentice winners. Score! Tune in next week for more on my reality TV obsession... Ok, not really, but possibly an interview update.