I realize that my rep might seriously be on the line with this post, but its the weekend and I have sand in my hair and, frankly, I just can't control myself any longer.
There is an insidious pop culture undercurrent that has been eating away at my very consciousness night after night. I have tossed, I have turned, I have prayed to God almighty for an answer ant thankfully our friends at Gawker.com have delivered. The quandry is this: WTF is going on on MTV's Laguna Beach: The Real O.C.?
Billed as a reality show that follows around a group of hot, horny self-involved high schoolers in a tony California beach suburb, I have never in my life seen a show that is less real than this one. I just didn't get it. How was it that each and every time something interesting happened, the cameras coincidentally just happened to be there to catch it. Storylines were resolved as neatly as a Friday episode of Young & the Restless. Nothing was left unsaid. Nothing was left undone...unexplored...Steven just happens to be with LC everytime Kristin calls...THERE IS NO WAY THAT THIS SHIT IS REAL.
I just wasn't getting it and thankfully, someone at Gawker has uncovered the real lowdown and dirty scoop.
Halleleujah. Gawker, I seriously salute you, because this has been a conundrum, wrapped inside a quandry, dipped into curiousity milkshake for me, and...well, I now feel at ease.