THE WORST: No. 2
Call me crazy, but I'm wondering if self-absorbed, painfully unfunny Ian Bernardo has incriminating photos of Nigel Lythgoe. How else to explain the Idol producer's decision to let such an obvious fame-grubber — who already exhausted his 15 minutes stinking up So You Think You Can Dance — open the New York audition episode wearing a T-shirt emblazoned with his own name and screaming insults at the judges? What's next? Is someone going to ask Janet Jackson to re-create Nipplegate at the Oscars? Or maybe we can sail the Titanic II through a sea of icebergs!