Jaime Sommers was my hero.
"The Bionic Woman" was the first primetime television show I was allowed to stay up to watch. I thought Lindsay Wagner was not only the most beautiful but also the best woman in the world. I didn't question that she could hear through walls, but only after she first swept her hair away from her ear. I mean, I had the action figure.
Now NBC has turned it into crap.
Not to get all Angel-is-a-centerfold, but I could only watch 20 minutes of the new show before I had to leave the room. My Jaime Sommers was an independent, professional, adult woman who not only didn't need a man, she actually rejected the hunky Steve Austin (because the amnesia that resulted from her tragic hang-gliding accident (which necessitated her bionic restructuring) left her with only tantalizing glimpses of their former romance). You wanted them to be together (and I believe that in later made-for-TV movies they ended up that way, complete with a bionic dog), but Jaime didn't need them to be. In fact, former astronaut/secret agent/original $6 million-personage Steve Austin was the one doing all the pining.
This Jaime Sommers is a bartender with bee-stung Angelina Jolie lips and an apparent inability to understand how to use birth control. The first words we hear her say to a man are to ask him what he sees in her. Also, there's another rogue bionic woman out killing people; her big tagline is "Tell me you love me."
That was as much as I could stand, but from what Adam said, it didn't get better.
Lindsay Wagner and Lynda Carter had a formative, positive impact on my life, and fine, one of them fought against evil in a bustier. Dana Scully and Buffy Summers gave me hope. But who will be Kylie's role models now? One of the Cheetah Girls and a Bratz doll? Give me cheesy slo-mo and those wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh noises anyday.