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Home Sweet home
Oct. 2nd, 2006 08:09 amI finally gave in and watched an episode of "Laguna Beach: The Real Orange County" last night. I don't think I've ever before suffered from such a startling lack of recognition. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
myainsel pointed out that it's hard to describe when television has actually stolen something from you, and that about sums it up.
Somehow, I'm supposed to believe that this is the place I grew up, and that these are basically the people I went to high school with, yet I can't find my Laguna anywhere in it -- I recognize a street or a beach here and there, sure, but that's about it. Certainly, there were a lot of rich kids at Laguna Beach High School, and a lot of them were assholes or self-absorbed, but in retrospect, it was a typically teenage sort of dysfunction, and while aggravated by money sometimes, not unique to it. Nothing on this scale. And by and large, a good many of the rich kids were all right. Mostly, they were just kids. LBHS is way too small to pull too much crap.
What basically gets me is that it's clear these kids have a Paris Hilton approach to fame: this is basically the Internet porn they'll be famous for, and really, it doesn't matter what they're famous for, so long as they get there. I was told afterward that kids actually transfer to LBHS so they could get on the show, and that's disturbing.
Going to see Rachel McKibbens read last night was a balm and a half, a reminder of an Orange County I really did live in.
Rachel was, as always, amazing. I can't help but be struck everytime about how uncompromising a writer she is. And even though she's in Brooklyn these days, just like I'm in Worcester, there's always this indelible connection between that knot of O.C. writers when we get together. Those are very tight bonds, and I cherish them, and between seeing her last night, havingbast_veiled around last week and reviewing Mindy Nettifee's new book, I'm feeling a serious longing for O.C., the one they don't put on TV.
myainsel pointed out that it's hard to describe when television has actually stolen something from you, and that about sums it up. Somehow, I'm supposed to believe that this is the place I grew up, and that these are basically the people I went to high school with, yet I can't find my Laguna anywhere in it -- I recognize a street or a beach here and there, sure, but that's about it. Certainly, there were a lot of rich kids at Laguna Beach High School, and a lot of them were assholes or self-absorbed, but in retrospect, it was a typically teenage sort of dysfunction, and while aggravated by money sometimes, not unique to it. Nothing on this scale. And by and large, a good many of the rich kids were all right. Mostly, they were just kids. LBHS is way too small to pull too much crap.
What basically gets me is that it's clear these kids have a Paris Hilton approach to fame: this is basically the Internet porn they'll be famous for, and really, it doesn't matter what they're famous for, so long as they get there. I was told afterward that kids actually transfer to LBHS so they could get on the show, and that's disturbing.
Going to see Rachel McKibbens read last night was a balm and a half, a reminder of an Orange County I really did live in.
Rachel was, as always, amazing. I can't help but be struck everytime about how uncompromising a writer she is. And even though she's in Brooklyn these days, just like I'm in Worcester, there's always this indelible connection between that knot of O.C. writers when we get together. Those are very tight bonds, and I cherish them, and between seeing her last night, having
bast_veiled around last week and reviewing Mindy Nettifee's new book, I'm feeling a serious longing for O.C., the one they don't put on TV.
