An open letter to Judith Light

Dear Judith Light:

I owe you an apology. Last month, I wrote an open letter to the Lifetime Movie Network questioning your sex appeal. Over the past couple of weeks, an alarming number of people have arrived here via Google, while searching for pictures of you sans clothing. This leads me to believe that you are, in fact, someone that strangers on the Internet want to have sex with.

So maybe it isn't so unbelievable that your psychiatrist, played by one Judd Hirsch, would want to do funny things to you while you were under the influence of a powerful sedative in Betrayal of Trust. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt on that.

I still find Lady Killer hard to swallow, however. I mean, Jack Wagner? Convincing your daughter Tracey Gold he was in love with her, so he could score an invite up to your desolate house in the mountains in the dead of winter, where he could stalk you after your brief affair? I'm not buying it. Not Jack Wagner. Not Frisco.

It's worth mentioning that no one has left me nasty comments or sent me hate mail yet for questioning your sex appeal. This leads me to believe that, unlike the Rachael Ray freaks, the people who want to see you naked prefer to remain nameless.

And while I'm spending all of this time on IMDB, what is Against Their Will: Women in Prison and why haven't I seen it yet?

Love,
Jess