In today’s EOD roundup, new research suggests that women are “less willing than men to make the ethical compromises often required in business.”

I know I say a lot of things are bad for feminism, but Lifetime’s new reality show Preacher’s Daughters really might be the worst.

The Lifetime Network (“TV & Movies For Women”) typically gets a lot of attention when they do something really insane, like casting Rob Lowe as creepy wife-murderer Drew Peterson, or letting Lindsay Lohan play Elizabeth Taylor; or something awesome like hiring an all-black cast for a remake of Steel Magnolias. Those TV events get a lot of attention, but the OG network for women is killing it with their original programming 24/7, 365. It’s in that spirit that I’m making a commitment to reduce my significant DVR backlog by sampling two of their offerings at a time. This week: Seventeen And Missing and Accused At 17.

It’s the Lindsay Lohan comeback vehicle that wasn’t. Here are some of the best reactions to the two hour monstrosity (and we mean that in the best way possible) that Lifetime put into everyone’s eyes last night.

Lifetime, you’re right: you are my life, my time—and, dare I say, so much more. You’re my shoulder to inexplicably weep on, the one who gives me Lindsay when everyone else is too afraid to, my sage advisor in all issues of husband-turned-adulterer-turned-axe murderer-turned-secret-FBI-agent-who-is-addicted-to-Internet-tweet-sex. When I’m ignoring my friends’s calls or texting them elaborate lies that involve the phrase “totally bungled” and just looking to spend a few hours lying prone on my couch, drinking six-dollar “wine product” and feeling the urge to call my mom, I know I can turn to you. You’ll be playing the Project Runwayepisode in which the contestants are visited by their families. How do you always know?

The OG network for women is killing it with their original programming 24/7, 365. It’s in that spirit that I’m making a commitment to reduce my significant DVR backlog by sampling two of their offerings at a time. This week: a three-week-old episode of My Life Is A Lifetime Movie (What? I said my DVR backlog was serious!)

It was good timing that, during a weekend when I was stuck in my apartment due to Superstorm Sandy and the ensuing public transportation snafus, I had an embarrassment of riches on the old DVR: Stalked At 17, Dead At 17, 17 And Missing, Betrayed At 17, Accused At 17, and Taken Back: Finding Haley.

The Lifetime Network (“TV & Movies For Women”) typically gets a lot of attention when they do something really insane and/or awesome, like cast Rob Lowe as creepy wife-murderer Drew Peterson, or let Lindsay Lohan play Elizabeth Taylor, or hire an all-black cast for a truly great remake of Steel Magnolias, but the OG network for women is killing it with their original programming 24/7, 365. It’s in that spirit that I’m making a commitment to reduce my significant DVR backlog by sampling two of their offerings at a time. This week: A Mother’s Nightmare and Abducted: The Carlina White Story.

The Lifetime Network (“TV & Movies For Women”) typically gets a lot of attention when they do something really insane and/or awesome, like cast Rob Lowe as creepy wife-murderer Drew Petersen, or let Lindsay Lohan play Elizabeth Taylor, or hire an all-black cast for a truly great remake of Steel Magnolias, but the OG network for women is killing it with their original program 24/7, 365. It’s in that spirit that I sat down to sample two of their latest movies marketed toward women: Last Hours In Suburbia and Sexting In Suburbia. Let’s see what kind of lessons we can learn.