File this one under: "It was just a matter of time." No sooner had the cast of The O.C. appeared on TRL, then we found ourselves ambushed by Laguna Beach, and The Real Housewives of Orange County. We feel like in this age of foregoing the original in favor of the built in audience, these kinds of reality ripoffs have become inevitable, but that doesn't make us less annoyed by them...
Gawker's take:
Hey good, sounds like just the thing for a new season of hating on rich
high school kids and probably, for a lot of people, secretly being
attracted to them, because TEEN SEX SELLS. Should be a good time for
all and a perfectly healthy endeavor for the kids involved,
particularly from the perspective of not turning them into egotistical
media monsters who quickly become utterly unfit for life in the normal
world, and ultimately crash and burn when the cameras stop trailing
them and they realize the futility of their gain versus the epic nature
of their loss—namely, the voluntary sacrifice of their souls. (Gawker)
Call us selfish, but we're less concerned about the participants souls, and more unnerved by the idea of living in a world where every artistic endeavor is eventually watered down to a infinitely less poignant "reality show" version of itself. Imagine if you will how atrocious a reality version of Pushing Daisies would be. We're just saying.
