Monday, November 06, 2006

Guilty Pleasures

Jet Blue is an evil, evil company. On our way to Florida last month, I was trapped by the window. An infant on my lap, a toddler and a sleeping spouse to my right, I had no alternative. I simply HAD to watch it.

Three hours later and not only did I suddenly wish the flight was a little longer, I had an immediate need to call my sister. (Because, she is in the know when it comes to entertainment and entertainers...pop culture of all kinds.)

Anyway, here it is...Laguna Beach. How had I missed this little treasure for nearly three seasons? I mean really, this is just riveting television. Not necessarily award winning, mind you, but captivating, addicting and unbelievably enjoyable.

I love Tessa and Chase. I can't stand Cami and Breanna. I'm on the fence about Cameron and Kyndra. This could go on and on but I bet you get the picture.

How pathetic is this? I'm 35 years old. I own a house. I have two small children. I'm happily married and I live on the EAST Coast - as far as possible from Laguna, California. (Note: The East Coast is where normal people live, by the way.) And yet, this is the best thing since who knows what?

I have to applaud MTV. Yes, I actually typed those words. Some creative editing must happen on this show because this is what I gleaned in that three hours:

1) These rich and privileged kids drink out of Solo cups. I'm talking about plastic cups - code for alcoholic beverage holder. Am I the only one who doesn't believe they're drinking lemonade?

2) These kids hook up less than the otherwise unemployable bunch from The Duel. I thought high school kids humped like rabbits and I am so thrilled that either they don't do the deed or they are kind enough to do it off camera. I thought EVERY thing was on camera these days. Earlier tonight I missed the world premiere uncut home movie of the caesarean birth of Anna Nicole's daughter. I'm still depressed about that one. (I may need a handful of vicodin and TrimSpa pills.)

3) I finally have confirmation. I knew it all along. Only the kids on Dawson's Creek talk like the kids on Dawson's Creek. No other teenager in their right mind is able to speak in anything but monosyllabic insults.

Sadly, I discovered that I could not add LB to my Tivo. I already have two other programs recording at the same time and so this love affair must end. What happened in the sky, stays in the sky. Except of course, for the next weekend LB marathon. Anyone see my TV Guide?


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