I'm not proud to admit this, but on this Tuesday night, I'm picking my zits, lubing my stretch marks and watching 90210. Not totally awesome re-runs of 90210, but the new, ridiculous 90210.
There are a few signs that I am (perhaps) too old for this. First of all, I am more attracted to the teacher (who, supposedly, is still 5 years younger than me). It's not that I feel like a pedophile when I look at the young boys, it's that I do not get it. I like to think that I have decent taste in men (this could be argued, but suck it), and I just do not see at all what is attractive about these boys. This makes me feel old.
What else makes me feel old? That when they have sex, I'm thinking, aren't they a little too young to be doing that? Yeah. And, it doesn't make me sick when the parents get all touchy-feely. It used to make me physically ill when Brenda and Brandon's parents were even in the same room (not necessarily because they were old, but because they were gross).
90210 was always showcasing the hottest groups around (are there even "groups" anymore, or just "bands"? See. That made me feel old.) I remember when Color Me Bad was on. Oh. My. God. I loved them. (Loved them) I waited all week for them to be on. It was a pivotal point in my adolescence. And now I have no idea who the bands are. Not a freaking clue. There are several things about this that make me feel old (mainly the Color Me Bad fandom...)
So I guess the question is, why do I watch it? Well, because it's 9021-freakin-0.
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