Don't tell my husband I watch it because (poor guy) he still thinks that I am a reasonably intelligent person, a great mom, and an overall contributing member of society. Ha Ha! Joke's on him, because he doesn't know that I sneak down stairs in the middle of the night every Monday to turn on the TV, watch about 17 minutes of torture, and in so doing secure my place in Hell.
Here we go with another six months of self-loathing because I can't stop watching this crap. Trust me I want to.
I won't tell you The Hills is fake because that is like the most unoriginal comment ev-ah! You probably came to that conclusion the same way I did. The camera angles are perfection, the make-up is flawless, there is never a blubbering drunk moment, they are in every hot club in LA (trust me I know a cool LA club scene when I see one).
I spend hours thinking about The Hills.
I spend days thinking about The Hills.
And I am a stupider and meaner person because of it.
However I would like to point out a few things.
1. Jen Bunny is the dumbest name ever invented.
2. Audrina is the worst actor ever and possibly borderline retarded.
3. Spencer is a robot.
None of this is news but think about this. Who are these writers? They must be barely literate. I mean who writes for Spencer? "I can't make you un- my sister."
Ok I'm bored, I think Joel sums it up best.