MTV launched its new reality show “The City” last night and since we generally like any show/film intended for teenage girls we tuned in. In case you missed it, it’s a spin-off of the network’s popular monstrosity “The Hills,” only it takes place in Manhattan. The first episode revolves around Whitney—a fish-out-of-water with a brain that’s fittingly about the size of a herring’s. This big-eyed star of ‚”The Hills” has evidently just moved to the city and is trying to make it in the fashion industry. Along the way she meets Olivia, a self-proclaimed “uptown girl” who habitually rolls her eyes and throws catty cocktail parties where nobody has any fun. Whitney also gets courted by a creepy Australian “bad boy” who has calluses from tussling his hair. This Russell Brand-wannabe could be the new Fabio for pubescent girls.
About fifteen minutes in, around the time Uptown-Olivia begins waxing poetic about the downtown crowd’s lack of sophistication, we began feeling nauseas. But ironically it wasn’t because the show felt contrived. Au contraire. We felt nauseas because “The City” was nailing it. Manhattan actually feels this dumb and inauthentic. Our city (or at least Manhattan) has become a velvet rope playground where the freshly transplanted nouveau riche try to be bohemian by staying up-to-date on trendy restaurant openings. It’s become a place where L.A. jetsetters, like Whitney, can feel right at home and feign bohemian by drinking $12 cocktails beneath Houston street with the edgy “downtown set.”
Of course, we’ll stay tuned. Now that we’ve been avoiding Manhattan like the plague, ‚”The City” will be a great way to keep track of what’s happening on the island.
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