Damn you, MTV!!! DAMN YOU TO HELL!!!
Just when I thought I’d finally outgrown The Real World, so proud of my newfound maturity and adulthood and ability to casually bypass reality shows about teenage alcoholics and the problems they consistently fail to attribute to their alcoholism and all the sex they have with each other in hot tubs and the forks they throw at one another and …
Oh, damn you, MTV.
They’re reuniting the cast of The Real World: Las Vegas.
Yes, that’s right. Alton. Irulan. Steven. Trishelle. Brynn. Arissa. Frank. Back together. Back in Vegas. They’re even storing them in the same Palms penthouse they had before (remember this is the crew that put The Palms on the map — no one had even heard of Ghostbar before it became their hangout). Filming begins this month, five years after season twelve of the series last filmed. And, as a friend reminds me, there is now a Playboy club in the Palms, so that opens up a whole new world of opportunity for this crew.
This is genius, MTV. Really, truly genius. Way to reel back in all us late-twenty-somethings who were finally beginning to wriggle free of the grasp you’ve had on us since before puberty. You win, MTV. Uncle. I will watch. I will make it my life’s work to watch. I haven’t got a choice. Hell, I’ll probably end up liveblogging the episodes. And I will love every minute of it. Sigh.
Ooh, I wonder who will “impregnate” Trishelle during this season!
DOUCHED. “Reality” shows are more tired and useless than a prolapsed vagina.
Ain’t that about a bitch…