I work out with my trainer twice a week at my house, during lunch, and we almost always watch the Food Network. Butter-loving Paula Deen comes on first, at noon—today she made a ham, cheese, and banana casserole (sick)—followed by Italian beauty Giada de Laurentiis at 12:30. My trainer loves Giada, of course, and I have never made a recipe of hers that I didn’t love. But tell me: do her producers, during the breaks, say to her, “Hey, Giada. We can’t see enough cleavage. Would you mind pulling down your top?” Cuz the girls are out in full force by the time the half-hour is up. She could boil a shoe and I think any red-blooded American male would eat it.