The Hills (also known as the Laguna spin-off that didn't get canceled after two episodes– sorry Kristin) premiered last week. I haven't been so primed to like something since I went to go see the Britney Spears movie on opening night my junior year of college (with tifaux dan in tow. Let me save you from wondering: he loved it). Which is why I was so distraught when LC started boring me all of, I don't know, 3 minutes into it. I spent days trying to wrap my head around the problems I have with the show, but have hit some trouble in boiling them down to a tifaux snack-sized paragraph. (To wit, will request that Webmaster Kyle hide part of this post behind one of those snazzy "click here for more!" cuts. Because I can barely MySpace stalk the people I hated in high school, let alone do stuff like that). Granted, none of these problems will keep me from watching Every. Single. Episode the moment it airs whilst tifauxing it, and then watching it again the following day in case I missed anything.
We open episode one on LC packing (hey, remember when season 2 opened this way? And she was all leaving for college and stuff? then she was packing again cause she was all dropping out of college and stuff? Good times, good times) and she voiceovers to introduce herself as lauren (issue #1: Your name is LC. I can tell by the way that Kristin always said "LC" as if it had invisible air quotes around it that you picked that nicknamed out in middle school after stephen said it was "kinda cute" and then forced everyone to call you by it. You can't go back. That's like having "Deborah Gibson stars in Beauty & The Beast!" splashed all over broadway, as it was a few years ago. No one was fooled, we still all busted out "Electric Youth!" every time we saw it. Cut this "Lauren" bullshit). Then LC is cruising along to LA (issue #2: With two suitcases in the back of her beemer. All orange county chicks are light packers) to the dulcet tones of Natasha Bedingfield (who's making out with Nick Lachey, who used to make out with Kristin Cavalleri, who was in Laguna Beach with LC! Suck it, Kevin Bacon!) which is inspiring me to make some kind of "Unwritten"/ LC is illiterate joke, but she's just so effing cute. She arrives at her apartment complex which she apparently signed on for sight unseen (issue #3, but only 'cause I live in manhattan) and looks around at the ridiculously gorgeous apartment pool and goes "This is cute" (issue #4: Baby ducks are cute. If you use it for anything else, it's an insult. When people call my apartment cute, I automatically assume their first instinct was to say "small"). Then she meets her squealy roommate Heidi. I'm tempted to make Heidi issues Nos. 5-through-mobius strip, but that wouldn't make for very interesting writing. Instead, I'll just announce my Give Heidi A Heinous Nickname contest because I can't come up with a fitting moniker that word-plays off her name that adequately expresses what a waste of the gift of life this girl is.