When I saw that The Real World was going to be casting for its final season I thought I would spend some talking about it. I actually remember the first season and I have been hooked on and off depending on the cast until about 5 years ago when it finally lost its appeal. I remember when they aired the ten year reunion special that some of the cast looked so old, but they were only a few years older than me. Most people would say the early years were the best before the GGW mentality took place. I think the first years were great, but I also love the story lines from later years from Seattle and New Orleans and San Diego. Las Vegas to me is where it finally jumped the shark. There was really nothing any cast could do to compete with that season. Chicago tried and so did San Diego, but it felt like they were just copying Las Vegas.
The Evil Beet has a great piece on the show and you can read it all here. However, there is one portion that truly says it all.
And my depression is furthered by the comments left by the fucking fetuses who are upset that they are too young to ever have their shot at drunkenly flashing their breasts and denying their eating disorders week after precious week for a national audience.
Exhibit 1:
PLEASE DONT LET THIS BE TRUE I’LL CRY I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE ON THE REAL WORLD IM 15 THIS YEAR GONNA BE 16 SO WHEN I WAS GOPNNA BE 18 I WAS GONNA DROP COLLEGE OMG I FEEL DEPRESSED SERIOUSLY!! OMG nooo!! it cant im gonna send in a video!
Exhibit 2:
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ll be 18 in six months, and i’m totally in love with the Real World. There are so many cities to go to, PLZ, just a few more seasons.
These people weren’t even born when The Real World premiered. To them, the name Pedro is synonymous with an iconic class president candidate, not American youth’s initial face of the AIDS epidemic. They don’t even deserve to be on this show if they don’t remember how it started, when there was substance and meaning and insight and, just, ARGH.
I am so old.