The Hills

Confession. I've gotten sucked into a completely soul sucking show this spring. It's called The Hills and it's the devil.

Spencer's insane, Brody's a jerk, Kristen is completely vapid (sorry Justin), and Heidi no longer resembles a human being. But I can't stop watching. I'm not proud of this, by the way. I feel much like Jerry when he didn't want to admit to his girlfriend that he watched Melrose Place (check out the clip, it's hilarious).

So I pretty much keep this guilty pleasure to myself. But the other day at the flower shop, I had an interesting conversation with the young cashier when I was checking out. It told me a lot about the viewership I am now a part of.

Cashier: I have to ask you something.
Me: Ok.
C: Do you watch The Hills?
Me: Uh...yes.
C: You look exactly like A----!
Me: Really? I don't think so.
C: Ohmygosh, you look exactly like her. Like, your eyes and face...wow. Except that she has brown hair and brown eyes, but you look like you could be her sister. Seriously.
Me: Well, I'm flattered. Thanks.
C: Like, if you moved to L.A. and dyed your hair brown and wore makeup, people would think you were her like all the time. They'd be screaming her name at you.
Me: Really?
C: It's crazy. Seriously.

Did you like that bit about "if you wore makeup..."? So did I. For the record, I was wearing makeup. Also for the record, I really don't look like the girl she said I look like (although I wish I did).

Do you have a guilty pleasure show? One you don't really like to admit you love? You know you do. If you don't, I saw one last night called "You're Cut Off" on VH1 that I would highly recommend for it's soul suckingness and addictive qualities. Plus it has that element of "I feel much better about myself because I'm not as bad as these people" to it. I think that's one of the major appeals of reality shows, isn't it?

And if you watch the Hills, fess up. We have much to discuss.