For all five of you who stopped watching Sarah Palin destroy our country long enough to catch the season finale of Making the Band, let's discuss. Diddy kicked out both Aubrey O'Day and D. Woods, leaving only three sad members (Aundrea, Dawn and Shannon) who looked like someone shot their puppy.

Your reality TV-loving associate editor, Whitney, attended the live taping and got some inside scoop on exactly what went down in Diddy Land (unfortunately, Puff Diddles was too busy cavorting in his Miami hotel room to join the rest of his minions at the MTV studios). Spoiler alert: There was more bitchassness than should be allowed.

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So Whitney, your fearless associate editor, and Michael Phelps, America's latest obsession, gathered in the same room last night and nobody died. That, in itself, is a victory. Nobody got engaged either, which is a slight failure, but the entire evening was one of the best nights of my life, so I'm not sad. Well, maybe a little.

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Listen, I fucking love Making the Band 3 more than is appropriate or acceptable. (In the interest of full disclosure I should probably tell you that I have a Neighborhoodie with a MtB reference on it. That's the point we're at.) I loved Part 1 when Diddy hated most of those bitches and didn't make a band at all. I loved Part 2 in all of its BOOM CAT glory. I almost had a heart attack when I learned that there would be a Part 3.

But, what the hell are you doing Diddy? If you're going to name this gaggle of nubile young women something as crippling as Danity Kane at least have something, anything, come up on google the day after you announce the band name. (Also, keep Aubrey blond this time.)

Danity Kane also dropped their first single yesterday. I'm not even sure why I'm posting this. It's probably the worst song ever written. It's depressingly bad. Don't even bother downloading it really. (WTF, what happened to move your body shake your body getting naughty naughty, or she, has, ev-ery-thiiiinngg?) My ears are still bleeding from one listen. But, hey, they're your eardrums. If you're a glutton for punishment: (Unfortunately, the track had to be removed at the request of the copyright owner.)

God, Diddy is totally leaving the door open for Denosh and the Shes to storm the charts.