I'm here today to say, unabashedly, that the Rachel Zoe Project is the worst thing that has ever happened to TV and possibly to western civilization. Her sudden appearance and meteoric rise as the go-to stylist to the stars is a solid indication that we may be destined to witness the demise of democracy in our lifetimes. As red carpet pundrity usurps meaningful dialogue about substantive issues and celebutantes supplant world leaders and rock stars as our cultural icons, we must finally acknowledge that we have fallen victim to one of the worst of societal evils...not propaganda, but "Pop-aganda."

We all have our crosses to bear and you may question why I've chosen the Rachel Zoe Project as mine. Here's why: the fact that this woman and her myopic, insulated little world were elevated to the mainstream airwaves for one season was bad enough. The fact that Rachel Zoe is back for another season took the whole thing to a new level. The Rachel Zoe Project makes me ashamed to be 1) human 2) female 3) American. 

I know what you're thinking. Why don't you just turn the damn show off or stop watching television altogether. But it's not that simple. I know "pop-aganda" when I see it and I can discern the destructiveness of the Rachle Zoe project. But in the wrong hands, thrust upon unwitting and impressionable americans, this stuff is toxic! Cultural poison. This type of indoctrinating edu-tainment reinforces everything that is wrong and evil and gives rise to dangerous phenonenoms.

It must be stopped.

Take the clip below, for example. Here's the set-up: Rachel Zoe's husband Rodger, who doesn't appear to ever work or do anything but follow her around Los Angeles and New York, obsess about her career and buy her extravagant presents, has informed Rachel that she absolutely must cut back on her spending. Rodger tells Rachel he's going to institute a spending freeze. To deal with the imposition of the "freeze" she goes out shopping...hello!

This clip portrays Zoe as an elfin joker who likes to break the rules and be relatively carefree. But this lighthearted episode is an anomaly.

Most of the time she's totally stressed out as we follow her through her day's work - which usually consists of meeting with famous designers and stroking their egos in order to get free clothing items for one of her celebrity clients to wear on the red carpet. Apparently this is extremely taxing work because she is often breaking down in tears, whining, complaining, crinkling up her pouty lips, texting and talking on one of her three or four i-phones incessantly, and barely keeping it together in her chauffeur driven black Hummers and Escalades.

Most recently, she's been obsessing about her weight, fearing that the paparazzi and others are calling her out on being too thin. Regardless of the fact that she is too thin (think Tom Wolfe's social x-ray) - what she's really concerned with is the fact that people are talking about her being too thin. I'm guessing her thinness might be due to the fact that she actually never eats. She and her fashion tribe members mostly subsist on Starbucks and other popular brands of flavored coffee drinks.

Now if she was a one of a kind, this whole thing wouldn't be causing me such anxiety, but she seems to have the effect of creating other people like her just by being around them. Her two employees are turning into Zoe replicas, for example.

There's the insipid Taylor (aka Tay-Tay), who's on the verge of quitting her job as Rachel's fashion assistant due to repeated tongue lashings, straight up dissings and having to do jobs that she believes are beneath her. More than anything however, she really feels she's hit a wall with Rachel. She's just not able to use her true god given "fashion stylist" talents working under Rachel. Keep in mind that her main job is to take clothes off the rack and put them back on the rack, while she tries to see out of one eye because she refuses to get her platinum blonde hair out of her face. In this clip she is ostensibly nearing the end of her rapidly fraying rope: