In a week that saw the release of a Miley Cyrus album called Bangerz and a new Justin Bieber slow jam, the wackest bit of pop culture ended up coming from Toddlers & Tiaras. Last night's episode profiled the Hollywood Stars pageant circuit's Hip-Hop Pageant, which elicited tone deaf results at best. Here is the pageant director T&Tsplaining hip-hop: "It's about the bling, the swag, being fierce, and being a diva." If I'm not mistaken that's a quote ripped right from the Sugarhill Gang's songbook.

The first thing you should know about Kanye West's manic episode on tonight's Jimmy Kimmel Live is that he had some shit in the left corner of his mouth for a large portion of it. That was very distracting, and made everything he said that much harder to take seriously.

Here is how it begins: "Dear Miley, I've noticed a decline in attention by the day since I last mentioned your name in public, so here I go again LOL."

Last night, Sex Box premiered on Channel 4 in England, apparently confusing a bunch of Twitter users in the process. That's weird because the premise is simple: A couple enters a room in a box onstage and has sex while a panel of sex experts (including the U.S.'s own Dan Savage) discusses sex amongst each other. When the disheveled, blissful couple emerges, they join the conversation for a perfectly cringey interrogation. Supposedly, having sex before such a talk opens people up (emotionally, that is). Also, this is a show and shows need a gimmick.

Last night, HBO aired Valentine Road, a documentary about the 2008 murder of Lawrence ("Larry") King, a 15-year-old gay student who asked then-14-year-old Brandon McInerney to be his Valentine. The day after, McInerney brought a gun to school and shot King twice in the head in a computer lab. King died two days later.

On Sunday night, The Simpsons aired its annual Halloween episode, Treehouse of Horror, which opened with Guillermo del Toro's brilliantly executed title sequence. An extended three-minute riff on the iconic couch gag, the Mexican director's treatment recast the citizens of Springfield into a seamless series of classic horror and thriller references, as well as nods to del Toro's oeuvre, from Cronos to Pacific Rim.

"A lot of my hair stylists and my beauty team that I work with are gay so I hang out with gays a lot, and I just think they're absolutely thrilling and adorable and hilarious." - Britney Spears

Barely competent pop star and less competent human being Chris Brown is the subject of a doozy of a Guardian profile (it's the one in which he brags about having lost his virginity at age 8). God, this guy is such a fucking asshole.

Lifetime's House of Versace aired last night, and it was excellent to see Gina Gershon in her old thematic stomping ground of playing a coked-up lady boss set on making everyone's lives miserable. Though critically savaged, I'd wager that Gershon's alternately groggy and raving portrayal of Donatella Versace (complete with a caricature of Donatella's rumbling, accented basso) will age about as well as her iconic turn in Showgirls as Cristal Connors.

Whatever Justin Timberlake had, musically, he's lost—at least for now, if his excruciating The 20/20 Experience – 2 of 2 is an indication. Some critics who stretched to defend the uninspired first half of this unpleasant "experience" earlier this year can't even muster a pro argument for this collection of outtakes of an album that already sounded like outtakes in the first place (2 of 2 is to 1 of 2 as 1 of 2 is to FutureSex/LoveSounds). The guy has nothing to say, and so he structures the majority of the overlong songs here around thematic metaphors, like R. Kelly without the humor, smarts, panache, individuality, and soul. His trusty producer, responsible for the bulk of 2 of 2's beats similarly has nothing new to say. Who's hungry for twice-reheated '00s revivalism?

Rihanna's "Pour It Up" is the video that dares to ask the question: What's the difference between a pop star and a stripper? And then it dares to answer the question: NOTHING.

When L'Inconnu du lac (Stranger By the Lake) is right, it’s so right that it’s horrifying.

Lil Wayne was once at the top of his field—so much so that when he declared himself
"Best Rapper Alive," people took him seriously. Now he is slumming it in a guest verse on Paris Hilton's bid at a comeback single, "Good Time." (Spoiler alert: She's lying. It's a bad time.)

Earlier this year, helium-voiced rapper Danny Brown received oral sex onstage at a show in Minneapolis. Brown later bragged about it on Twitter, but he also tweeted his sticker-book-rapper tourmate Kitty's essay for Vice describing the incident as assault. This sounded like bullshit. It turns out that it was.

Inside Job director Charles Ferguson, who in July announced his and CNN’s plans to film a documentary about ex-Secretary of State Hillary Clinton’s career, has completely scrapped plans for the film, citing the lack of Clinton acolytes (and enemies) who wanted to cooperate with the production. Writing for The Huffington Post’s Media vertical, Ferguson explains why:

There was never any doubt that Breaking Bad cared about its viewers. The show's most impressive feat to me was its devotion to clarity, no matter how complicated its character dynamics or intricate its plot developments. Breaking Bad explained everything and then re-explained it. Jumps in logic were extremely rare and when they were employed—Jesse's a-ha ricin moment from earlier this season, in which he deduced way too much given way too little information, and wielded his hunch like a weapon—they sent the plot forward with too much velocity to upset anyone but nitpickers.

Last night, Tina Fey opened Saturday Night Live's 39th season with musical guest Arcade Fire. One of the episode's highlights was this Girls-spoofing digital short that doesn't fall into the easy trap of unnecessary meanness, but rather handily skewers the major characters' self-absorption with the simple introduction of a new Girl, Albanian refugee Blerta. Highly recommended.

I really hope that in a few months' time, we don't find out that Kanye West has some personality disorder or other mental-health issue, because watching him react to the world is just too damn fun and I never want to feel bad about enjoying him.

We've got someone exciting dropping by today: Wayne Coyne, the frontman and songwriter for indie-rock legends the Flaming Lips, will be joining us at 3 p.m. to answer your questions. Just ask in the comments using your Kinja account, or create a burner account to ask questions anonymously (instructions here).

On the surface, Don Jon is the finest straight drag show since Bosom Buddies.