|so pretty, but dumb as a box of rocks.|
When this show first came out, I was fresh outta college and working at the mall as an overqualified perfume and panty vendor, so I guess I didn't see through all the bullshit as much as I do now as an embittered 30 something. This realization hit me the other day that these folks are the show were basically toddlers. By her 21st bday, Heidi was engaged [Tangent: Albeit to a terrible barnacle of a soul-patched human ie Spencer Pratt.], had a swank LA condo and had a giant office at PR job. THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN...EVER! Why did I not see this as such ridiculous fiction earlier? [Tangent: I mean I knew it was way exaggerated....but this stuff just doesn't exist...does it?]
It hit me like a brick and made me kinda wish I had the dumb luck of living a fake existence for dramatized reality. I know I am more of a McCall's demographic [Tangent: Do they still make that? That's not sill a thing is it?], but where's my Teen Vogue internship? I know I wouldn't have turned down going to Paris for some tool of a guy! Surely I am more interesting that Whitney. [Tangent...but, maybe not because I am writing a blog about being riveted by a 5 hours chunk of MTV programming. I'm gonna tell myself it's just research because I am going to the actual Southern California hills next week. YAY!]
Thanks for listening to me ramble about this cheesy ridiculousness. Here is your reward...while we are on the topic of retro MTV. Don't you wish a Daria movie with Aubrey Plaza was real?