I’ve watched Sharon Osbourne for a while now. I was an ardent fan of The Osbournes on MTV. (In fact, it was one of the first reality TV shows I made time to watch. Sharon is an outspoken, strong and independent woman. She’s also been the mouthpiece for her hubby, Ozzy (because no one can understand the poor bloke anymore). Sharon is a mum and a cancer survivor. She’s managed Ozzy’s career and been instrumental in the Ozzfest mega-concert tour.

Sharon’s no shrinking violet. She speaks her mind and is not afraid to put others in their place. I mean this is the same lady who said when she parted company with The Smashing Pumpkins—she managed the alt-rock band for a while—that she had to “resign for medical reasons” because “Billy Corgan was making me sick!”

I must admit that I was extremely excited to hear that she’d be replacing the bland Brandy Norwood as the third judge on America’s Got Talent this season. So far the bossy Brit’s been a bloody disappointment.

She’s been kind, compassionate and downright nice to the contestants. She even got upset at fellow judge Piers Morgan for hurting little children’s feelings. What’s next? Is Sharon going to knit a sweater to cover up the Hoff’s chest hair? Make cookies for the contestants?

Geez! Why does every reality TV competition with a judging panel have to follow the formula of American Idol? Why does there have to be a Simon, Paula and Randy? And who would’ve ever thought that I’d be comparing Sharon Osbourne to Paula Abdul.

Frankly, I’m none too happy about it.

Here’s Sharon on America's Got Talent, rejecting an Elvis impersonator before he even opens his mouth (You're telling me that she couldn't think of anything rude to say? C'mon now!):