I’ve been completely addicted to American political news since the beginning of the summer.

So many factors are converging to make this irresistibly addictive. The diverse cast of characters, the incredibly high stakes, the non-stop twists, from Palin’s Bristol bomb to the “suspension” of the McCain campaign last week. Then it occurred to me a couple of days ago: I’m actually following a reality show. It maybe be reality, not a show, but it doesn’t make it any less voyeuristic and trashy.

I’m totally mixing cosmopolitans and popping corn for Thursday’s VP debate.