All right, if he can tell the world he thinks I have the hots for Dr. Oz, it's only fair to tell the world he has wood for Jillian Michaels.

The man who cannot sit still to watch 15 minutes of TV and on whom most pop cultural references are lost, loves this woman.

He forces himself to sit here on Tuesday nights by holding his computer on his lap (or perhaps that's today's version of Updike in the lap?) so that he can get his weekly dose of Jillian.

Oh, he likes Bob Harper and appreciates what he does, but I swear, I think he drools every time Jillian is on the screen.

I used to think it was her body, but I've come to the conclusion that he's fairly sure she could kick his ass, and he likes that.

He likes that a lot.