The Hills Have Eyes

No, not the horror movie. I don't watch crap like that. But the hills do have eyes. Mine. What I'm talking about (Terra, you guessed it) is MTV's The Hills. I love it, and I can't stop watching. Shameless, I know. As with so many things in my life, though, you'll be happy to know that I am indeed able to justify my current obsession. I'm educating myself. It's like this: Sean, for example, loves watching nature shows, history programs, and the like. The Discovery Channel, Animal Planet, the History Channel--you get the idea. By association, of course, I watch many of the same things. What for? Well, I enjoy observing other creatures in their habitats. I see peoples from other cultures, individuals with values, world views, and lifestyles completely different from my own. Now--make the connection. I know you can do it. No? I need to spell it out for you? Here it is: My life is the polar opposite of the lives of the gals and guys on The Hills. I mean, really? Do girls actually wear that much makeup? Are boys really that pretty? Do people really use the word "like" with such frequency? Heidi! Honey, that little voice inside you--it's there for a reason. If every bone in your body is telling you to not move in with that receding-hairline-pretty-boy-manipulative-prick Spencer, then don't do it. These girls go to hot nightclubs on Wednesday nights. I prefer raunchy karaoke bars, an evening with friends and random trivia, and if it's a Friday night, I frankly prefer my pj's, a fuzzy blanket, and a movie on-demand. While in college (and for years thereafter, come to think of it) I lived in dorm rooms and houses filled with hand-me-down furniture and struggled to make rent. These twenty-year-old girls live in spacious, designer-decorated condos. I'm not judging, mind you. I'm simply drawing comparisons. Comparisons in the name of education.

I think I will go read a book now. Perhaps Teen Vogue? Oh, wait.