Talk about a "before and after."

A mother of two -- who dressed more like a porn star than a mom -- got a makeover on 'The Oprah Winfrey Show' (weekdays, syndicated), transforming her into a classier version of herself.

"I don't think my kids are very happy with what they see," Dawn said in the introduction to the segment, which showed her in a very revealing outfit. Next thing we know, Dawn is walking out on the show in a very dignified blue dress, not necessarily prim but very proper.

"Oh my gosh, [the makeover] was so hard" she told Winfrey. "I was so used to people looking at me and asking me if I was a celebrity." "You're used to leading with your boobs," Winfrey said. "Is this now who you really are inside?" "Yes," dawn said, "I feel beautiful, I feel pretty, I feel classy."

And the audience -- and her kids -- went wild.

Watch the video after the jump.

Granted, I laughed when I saw this, but I can imagine that some would be appalled. If this ever appeared on American television, it would be pulled in about three seconds. Basically, it's a children's show (geared for boys ages 6 to 11) called The Ancient Dogoo Girl, and it's about a teen girl (who hopefully is played by someone older) with some sort of ancient magic bra that shoots energy weapons or spikes or magic beams or some such equivalent. No, I am not kidding about this.

I see some Japanimation influence on the show (they have a cute sidekick robot of some sort), and quite possibly some hentai influence, as well. What does it say about a culture when even its children's television is degrading to women?

(S05E24) I liked this episode a lot, so the following criticism is an admitted nitpick:

To my knowledge, this is the first time we've seen a "casual Friday" on the show. We've had several episodes take place on Fridays, and the cast always dressed normally.

I can't stand when shows do this. To revolve a plot around something that we haven't seen previously and probably won't ever see again ... it just feels so sitcommy.

Don't get me wrong, it was funny (especially when Meredith's boob, butt, and "other" fell out), but I expect more from The Office than common sitcom tropes. What's next? A laugh track? Replacing John Krasinksi with Dick Sargent? Finding out that Michael Scott is really Armin Tamzarian? Blech.

Sorry, I needed to get that off my chest. Now, on to the rest of the review...

Primetime Wednesday seems to be the toughest night of all for TV programmers. There's not one network that seems to do particularly well in the 8-9 p.m. time slot, and the juggling has begun. Fox yanked Do Not Disturb weeks ago, admitting it was a dud.

Now the Brad Garrett-Joely Fisher sitcom Til Death will be off the air for two weeks, effective immediately. In that time slot, instead, we'll be seeing more House, albeit repeats. Still, you watch, those reruns will do markedly better than the sitcoms did.

Til Death, to be frank, has regressed this year. I defended the renewal of the show when Fox gave it a third season, based on the episodes I watched last spring. But the comedy has really strained since its season premiere in September. There's no other way to put it -- Death is in the death throes and should be put out of its misery. This two week hiatus should be the end of the series.

(S01E10) What does Mary expect? I mean, really, what does she expect! Okay, before we get to the gory details, let's talk about the case of the week.

Remember the Russian girl from the pilot? Natasha with the new boobs -- thanks to the U.S. government, our tax dollars -- has gotten a job at Headlights (nee Hooters) and has hooked up with a new guy.

Turns out he's Marshall's charge, another program member, Serge. The problem is not just the huge coincidence that they've hooked up, it's that she's a witness and he's a felon, they cannot stay together.

(S01E15) Tim Batale = Matt Albie.

Dave I. Bradey = Very Bad Idea.

I watch TV with the closed captioning on (my mother-in-law is deaf so my wife is used to it and besides, it's helping me learn how to read) so it was fairly easy picking up on the anagram.

What wasn't so easy was figuring out what purpose the Tim Batale plot device actually served...

(S17E22)

Buck Mitchell [after causing the Duff blimp to crash]: This is the worst blimp crash ever!

Grandpa: Too soon!

Okay, that exchange cracked me up, as did a few other moments during this episode, such as the television show "Hunch" the family watches in the beginning of the episode which list JD Salinger as a writer in the closing credits. I also liked the "Sexy Marriage Land" song performed by Tabitha Vixx (voiced by Mandy Moore), and Homer becoming indignant towards Marge because she insists on judging him on things he's done, which is so totally unfair.

A lot of people will tell you that Pamela Anderson got where she is today by her boobs alone, but that isn't much of a revelation. It was clearly her body that secured her roles in shows like Baywatch and Home Improvement, but what has always confounded me about her is that she never seemed to desire what I imagine most buxom actresses do, which is to have attention diverted from their chest and garner some legitimate respect for their craft. Okay, maybe describing Pamela's line reading as "craft" is a bit of a stretch, but as I've tuned in and out of her career over the years I can't help but notice how boobcentric it's been, and clearly by her own choice. There's her current show, Stacked, whose title refers directly to Pam's voluptuous frame, and then there was her recent Comedy Central Roast, where she wore a black see-through shirt, no bra, and was, for all intents and purposes, topless. It makes me wonder if maybe the reason she's so busty is because her boobs actually have brains inside them that have made all of her career choices while "Pam" is merely a biological attachment at the mercy of her double-brained Boob Master. The simple answer here seems to be that Pam is just using what she has for the benefit of a public that doesn't expect too much from her. What I find odd is that she doesn't seem to expect much from herself, either.