Inspectile dysfunction

I’m not a huge reality TV fan. Some people I live with are, but I won’t go into that other than to say just walking through the living room while “My 600-Pound Life” is on will keep me out of the Cheetos for a week.

By and large, you can keep your reality TV. But there is one show I’ve kind of enjoyed lately — “Gordon Ramsay’s 24 Hours to Hell and Back.” It features that giant, blonde British chef with Tourette’s syndrome going to different crummy restaurants around the country and helping them become great in just 24 hours. Next to Ramsay’s constant stream of profanity, my favorite part of the show is when he gets into the kitchen and starts pointing out all the filth. It’s disgusting — and sometimes makes me queasy enough to stop shoving food in my face for 10 or 15 minutes.