Absolutely surreal. Channel-surfing last night, I came across Fox’s Who’s Your Daddy? I felt like an audience member after the opening number of Springtime for Hitler: dumbstruck. Could this really be happening – a zaftig, cocktail-dressed, Clorox-haired woman IM-ing her “birth” father and dad-imposters, sobbing tenderly over nuggets of info (yes, I loved your mom . . .), fondly hoping to meet this lout?! Before screaming I changed the channel. Deviancy, defined downwards once again. By the way, for the best regular take on the Idiot Box read New York Post TV columnist Phil Mushnick, his latest is here.