The Hills season 5 preview trailer (via I'mNotObsessed), you guys:
No.
Since the season 4 finale in December, Barack Obama was sworn in as President, the economy spiraled out of control, and Eastbound and Down changed the television landscape. The world is changed, I can feel it in the water. Who on Earth gives a FUCK about whether or not Lauren and Heidi can salvage their friendship? That is Bush-era drama. Maybe if they got into their time machine and tearfully hugged on the deck of a Mission Accomplished aircraft carrier, I would be able to muster some caring about this. But even that wouldn't work, because that would just make me mad at such a waste of a perfectly good time machine. Even the Heidi and Spencer relationship has become so painfully irrelevant that they had to hire a duck-faced actress to play a bartender that Spencer pretends to flirt with, as if he isn't desperately clinging to Heidi's half-famous coattails like a dying man clings to a belief in God. At this point we can't even consider this show to be treading water. All the water is evaporated. It's just standing in a dried out Death Valley basin frantically waving its arms around.
Even with Old Yeller, who people actually liked, Travis had the decency to shoot the rabid old mutt in the face when it got too sick. Come on, MTV. Put us all out of our foaming misery.
