Damn it if I haven't been sucked in to watching yet another MTV production--from the makers of Laguna Beach (Yeah. I watched it and cringed every time I heard the name SteVEN! Team LC all the way!) and The Hills (although, admittedly, I watched that more sporadically because I couldn't keep with the schedule and got tired of the girlfriend drama).
But now? Now I have TiVo and The City.
Do I like the protagonist, Whitney? Well, yeah. I like her well enough.
Do I think that her 'hot' Australian boyfriend is hot? Um, no, not really. And I think he's a jerkface on top of that.
Do I like the other boy who loves her more? Hmmm. I haven't decided on that yet. I've only seen two episodes. I don't know about her taste in men. But then again, who am I to throw stones?
Do I wish that I were as tall as she is, have the killer legs that she does and could wear some of the clothes that she does? Well, hell yeah. I can still hope that the gym will create a miracle!
Would I give up my current job to go work for DVF (Dianne Von Furstenberg)? Yes, because that would be quite a change, wouldn't it?
And do I love this whole imaginary uptown/downtown richkid Manhattan dichotomy thing the producers have going on? Yeah, because I love false dichomoties like the best of them. Like the Petworth/Capitol Hill dichotomy. (Oooh. THAT actually exists now.)
I don't know what it is about these glossier, scripted reality television shows that pleases me to no end. I suppose it is because I am wonderfully human and dichotomous myself. I'm beginning to rediscover that quite well, on my own. Team MA!