July 8, 2009 in The Unbearable Lightness Of Television
I’d like to first say “bravo!” to Bravo and the Blue Light bar for coordinating NYC Prep’s timeslot and the end of Taco Tuesday specials. To the Blue Light, for those margaritas (by the way, it takes about 2 – and by 2 I mean 7) without which I might never be able to sit through even five minutes of NYCP. Ok, that’s probably a lie, but they’re kinda like the spoonful of sugar that makes the medicine go down. The medicine that continues to rot my brain every week and keep me from gettin’ through my bucket list and doing all those big and wonderful things that I had planned when I was a little girl. Ok, I’d love to go off on a tangent about the ramifications of trashy reality TV on our society, but instead how about we revel in the blatant voyeurism and mind-numbing (oh it hurts – hurts so GOOD) tales of those rich, preppy little prepsters?