Until today I had successfully avoided watching The Hills, Laguna Beach or any of those MTV shows with pretend non-drama. Nursing a hangover (Happy New Years!), I flipped on "The City" in my hotel room. My curiosity was pretty much fueled by boredom and the fact that Olivia Palermo is a vague acquaintance. Additionally, I had encountered the show taping at events I attended (like here and last night's party).
Whitney "works" in the fashion industry, so it's pretty heavy on the name dropping. That's to be expected. However, I can't stand the kind of weird nasal drawl these girls employ while they are being completely transparently fake with one another. Comments like, "You look so pretty" are delivered in the flattest, most insincere voice imaginable, wherein the speaker doesn't even bother to actually look at the person they are complimenting. The Palermo-bot half opens her dead eyes whilst babbling:
"Well...Manolo is my dad. He gave me my first pair of shoes before I was born. In the womb. My mom's womb is where they design Manolos. And I had seventeen deb balls. I am at a Deb Ball right now, in Manolos. I am wearing two pairs of Manolos, two on each foot. Right now, at my Deb Ball. From my dad."
Kelly Cutrone is pretty great, but I've always had that impression from her professionally. Otherwise... This is totally unwatchable television. Ugh. Enjoy the show kids.





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