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Irrepressible Bravo executive Andy Cohen has found himself embroiled in a controversy of his own making, after having responded on his blog to viewers' concerns about Top Chef host Padma Lakshmi's provocative outfits with a dismissive and bizarre leapfrog of logic that somehow managed to twist those criticisms into accusations of anti-Semitism. Loyal readers might have been able to tell that this was yet just another example of Andy being Andy, delightful precisely because he's willing to type out the first thing that pops into his head—no matter how nonsensical or potentially incendiary—and publish it on a corporate website. But based on reader feedback in today's apology post, not everyone was laughing:

I was attempting to answer the issue while lampooning the intensely sensitive, PC world we live in today, like a very low-rent, blog version of Borat. It didn't work and I am sorry. [...]

I should stop with the jokes unless they are clear and funny to more than just me. I really should. They aren't funny enough to piss you off and I am going to lose this job, which I really do love!

While we certainly hope Andy doesn't get fired over this—hovering around a reality show shoot and typing out Blackberry messages to his assistant reading "I'M BORED :P" is all he ever really wanted to do!—we must express our concern over what appears to be an emerging trend: i.e. the summoning of the Kazakh simpleton to justify sophomoric humor, as recently deployed by David Letterman in his "I blame Borat" maiden Michael Richards monologue joke. It's expected that impressionable teenagers might mimic the outrageous behavior of their screen hero, but the last thing any basic cable network Christmas party needs is for one of their suits to get a little too sauced, then emerge from the men's room swinging a bag of their own feces and speaking in a silly Slavic accent.