For the past two nights in a row I have spent the nine o'clock hour flipping back and forth between the Pamela Anderson Roast on Comedy central and the "roasting" of Japan at the end of WWII on the history channel. (Maybe, the quotes should be around the Pamela roasting, since its the less literal use of the word).
I found both shows equally fascinating, and upon reflection it seemed like the perfect Freudian conflict of lust and death.
When both shows were in commercials I would switch over to James Bond on AMC which is a pretty good synthesis of lust and death.
