Everyone knows that the lack of TV these days has hit me hard. I have no hobbies and no social life and so the lack of programming as of late is driving me to make weeknight plans.
But my husband has always been seemingly immune to TV schedules. He fills his evenings with crapbag co-ed sports teams (a win is all the more rewarding when your team stinks), XBox, and EBay. His contribution to the DVR is meager at best, and usually consists of obscure soccer games that he watches in fast-forward.
So you can imagine my surprise when I came home last week to find about 15 episodes of Beverly Hills 90210 on my DVR.
Now, I watched 90210 along with everyone else in the 90s, but CinS is a mega-fan. Did he give up when Scott Scott shot himself in the temple? No. Did he give up when Donna Martin finally graduated? No. Did he give up when the Noxzema Girl was executed? No. Did he give up with The Heights aired and "How Do You Talk to an Angel" burned up the charts? No.
CinS is hard core. He watched the shit out of 90210. And is doing it all over again.
We're now tuning in at some point during the horrible college years. It's all new to me as I stopped watching around the time when they left high school. But despite its newness, it's still really bad TV.
The acting is awful, the scripts are contrived, and the storylines are SOOOO PG. There was a very controversial episode where Steve smoked pot. It was like World War Three. Aren't like half the B-storylines in the 8:00 slot on ABC about pot these days?
I can't believe my parents wouldn't let me watch this show when it first aired. Unless season one was ten times more racy than the college years, I see no justification for this decision.
Yes, I was a late-comer to 90210 in its heyday. For the first 4 or 5 episodes, I wasn't allowed to watch Bev because my parents thought it was too mature for my delicate 13-year-old constitution.
I remember that all my friends were talking about how hot "Dylan" was, and I didn't know what a Dylan was. I only knew that he rocked some sweet sideburns.
I was at a friend's house one afternoon, and she had Teen Beat pictures of boys on her wall, including one of someone hot who had sideburns. I tried to play it off...
I did convince my parents that I could handle 90210, and even agreed to watch it with them so they could pull a human V-Chip if deemed necessary. They soon learned that their fears were unjust, and it wasn't long before I was watching Bev on my pink TV and gabbing on my Swatch phone.
My favorite 90210-er was always Steve. No idea why. I guess in my youth I was diggin on blondes with Jew-fro. This penchant did not carry over into Mr. Ziering's stint on Dancing with the Stars.
CinS loves Valerie. Until this last week, I didn’t even know who Valerie was.
I'm looking forward to the end of this run of 90210 on the Soap Network. I'm hoping that they will reboot, and start again from the beginning. I miss Brenda. And you know you do too.
But my husband has always been seemingly immune to TV schedules. He fills his evenings with crapbag co-ed sports teams (a win is all the more rewarding when your team stinks), XBox, and EBay. His contribution to the DVR is meager at best, and usually consists of obscure soccer games that he watches in fast-forward.
So you can imagine my surprise when I came home last week to find about 15 episodes of Beverly Hills 90210 on my DVR.
Now, I watched 90210 along with everyone else in the 90s, but CinS is a mega-fan. Did he give up when Scott Scott shot himself in the temple? No. Did he give up when Donna Martin finally graduated? No. Did he give up when the Noxzema Girl was executed? No. Did he give up with The Heights aired and "How Do You Talk to an Angel" burned up the charts? No.
CinS is hard core. He watched the shit out of 90210. And is doing it all over again.
We're now tuning in at some point during the horrible college years. It's all new to me as I stopped watching around the time when they left high school. But despite its newness, it's still really bad TV.
The acting is awful, the scripts are contrived, and the storylines are SOOOO PG. There was a very controversial episode where Steve smoked pot. It was like World War Three. Aren't like half the B-storylines in the 8:00 slot on ABC about pot these days?
I can't believe my parents wouldn't let me watch this show when it first aired. Unless season one was ten times more racy than the college years, I see no justification for this decision.
Yes, I was a late-comer to 90210 in its heyday. For the first 4 or 5 episodes, I wasn't allowed to watch Bev because my parents thought it was too mature for my delicate 13-year-old constitution.
I remember that all my friends were talking about how hot "Dylan" was, and I didn't know what a Dylan was. I only knew that he rocked some sweet sideburns.
I was at a friend's house one afternoon, and she had Teen Beat pictures of boys on her wall, including one of someone hot who had sideburns. I tried to play it off...
"Is that a picture of Dylan?"Almost busted but not quite.
"Uh, yeah. Matt Dillon."
I did convince my parents that I could handle 90210, and even agreed to watch it with them so they could pull a human V-Chip if deemed necessary. They soon learned that their fears were unjust, and it wasn't long before I was watching Bev on my pink TV and gabbing on my Swatch phone.
My favorite 90210-er was always Steve. No idea why. I guess in my youth I was diggin on blondes with Jew-fro. This penchant did not carry over into Mr. Ziering's stint on Dancing with the Stars.
CinS loves Valerie. Until this last week, I didn’t even know who Valerie was.
I'm looking forward to the end of this run of 90210 on the Soap Network. I'm hoping that they will reboot, and start again from the beginning. I miss Brenda. And you know you do too.
1 comment:
Didnt realize you couldnt watch 90210. Man, what I'm learning about you through this blog just when I thought I knew it all!
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