My closeted guilty pleasure is The Hills on MTV. I'm not sure exactly why. Well, you've got the young and rich living in Los Angeles working in the fashion industry or working the front door at a night club or as an event planner, or working as a receptionist at a music label, whatever - and meeting at restaurants to not eat, yet to gossip and be seen. It's Los Angeles. It's the westside, it's Santa Monica, it's the Valley. With the exception of thinking one can make a sizable paycheck working as an intern or part-time in any big city, I'd say the depiction is close to accurate. Damn you, MTV.
This world that reality-whore Adam DiVello has created makes it so it's difficult not to envision CGI name tags following one at every eatery or club or nature spot, even on sunny SoCal-esque days. Now that it's most easy to, say, conjure a playlist of flimsily apropos tunes designed to bridge the redundant hours and moments of the day, it's all the more simple to fabricate one's own importance in this town. I wonder when it will all end, the fascination with
Yeah. I'm thinking never.
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