After years and years and years of trying to fill the gaping void left in my life by the exit of Pacey and Joey and Dawson and Jen and Jack from the small screen, I have found something to make me whole again.
It’s called NYC Prep and it’s easily the best thing ever since The Paper. It’s an awful reality show on Bravo that follows around a bunch of snooty, entitled prep school (and the loan, token public school girl) kids in New York.
So fucking awesome.
It’s the kind of show that gives me that squiggly feeling in my stomach when it’s on. The girls are a bunch of indistinguishable brunettes and then Jessie the blonde bitch. There are two dude, floppy-haired Sebastian and the delectable PC (who reminds me a lot of Pacey from Dawson’s Creek and just intensifies my love for the show).
Seriously, these kids are like from Planet Zorp — a planet so far removed from my reality and everything I’ve ever experienced that it’s in a different, parallel galaxy. I say parallel because I recognize some of the things they go through but still . . .
What kind of 16-year-old throws a dinner party? And yet at this dinner party with all the fancy crystal and cloth napkins, they talk about who is and isn’t virgins and then next day they call each other immature behind their backs. Does anyone worry about maturity as much as a teenager?
God. The show. Really. You should watch it. Because who doesn’t want to watch a ridiculously rich, snobby kid tell his therapist that he really feels like he’s ready for a relationship, he wants to feel settled? Because, you know, he’s eighteen and all.
Holy shit. Why aren’t you watching this show?