I was planning on writing how much I hate the Washington DC Metro system this morning, but that’s just stating the obvious, and we all know how much the Metro sucks. Instead I have decided to transfer my irrational crankiness at Liz. No, not ME LIZ. This Liz…
Before I explain the reasons for my anger displacement, I must admit something: I love trashy, stupid reality television shows. When I found out that Tool Academy 3 was premiering on the Valentine’s Day night, I was BESIDE myself. (It’s co-ed this season, guys! There are girl tools!) I watch Real World and I never miss an episode of America’s Next Top Model. I accept that most reality shows are scripted, and I am okay with that because I am a consumer and I loves me some drama.
Then there’s My Life As Liz.
I’ve never watched an episode, but Liz’s “bio” on the MTV page for the show says it all…
During her massive amount of free time, Liz often finds herself mixing up a fresh batch of mix CDs with the latest and greatest indie songs. When she’s not jamming out to tunes in her hand me down, not by choice, non-green, gas guzzling Blazer, she is often face planted in front of a classic comic book, or trying to invent new ways to insult the blond conformists who populate her high school. She has a pet snake and is a vegan, and has lost track of the number of colors she has dyed her hair. Liz is proud to be a nerd, and hopes one day to get out of “the suck”, ie: Burleson, TX.
You said it, Whitney.
More than likely, given the hypocrite that I am, I will end up watching this show at some point… secretly… shamefully, but for now I will judge harshly from my Throne of Scorn here on Superior Mountain. For shame MTV Liz! Don’t trip on your own hipster cliches on the way out the door!