If Vogue is the Bible of all magazines and fashion guides, then Teen Vogue is its little sister. I am no longer a teenager, but every month I purchase the new issue and read it from cover to cover.
Since 2003, Americans have been fascinated with the territory known as Orange County. From shows like “The O.C.”, “Laguna Beach” and “The Real Housewives of Orange County”, viewers were given a view of the lifestyles of the privileged and beautiful.
So it was no wonder I was hooked on MTV’s spin-off “The Hills.”
Lauren Conrad, an original member from “Laguna Beach” has moved to Los Angeles to start her tenure as a fashion intern for Teen Vogue.
Bypassing how she got the internship and if she was even qualified, “The Hills” is one of those shows either you love instantly or hate.
Reinforcing the myth that interns do the mundane work, Lauren and fellow intern Whitney arrange outfits for photo shoots, address invitations for Teen Vogue parties and open safety pens for the photo directors all while going to school.
Then there is their life after work.
Lauren’s best friend and roommate Heidi, who has lost all touch with reality, thinks that she can become a PR mogul just by quitting college and taking an internship with an event planning agency, Bolthouse Productions.
And then there’s her boyfriend, Spencer. I’m not sure what his occupation is since he’s never been shown working, but from reading celebrity gossip, he’s a “talent agent”, and I use that title very loosely.
Spencer doesn’t like Lauren because she caught him flirting with some Playboy models and told Heidi-like a real friend should. Plus, he tried to hook-up with Audrine, so for the past few episodes, he’s been pressuring Heidi to move out of the apartment she’s sharing with Lauren and move in with him. Mind you they’re only known each other for a few months. And when Lauren and Heidi have a movie night planned, Spencer talks her out of going and instead spends the weekend with him in Santa Barbara.
As always, everyone else notices that Spencer is a “sucky person”-Lauren’s words, not mines, but Heidi.
Downside, no black folks. I’ve been to Los Angeles and you cannot tell me blacks, Asians nor Latinos don’t reside in the city. Everyone drives BMWs and Hummers and Land Rovers, yet they’re interns. And most magazines don’t pay their interns.
So if you’re looking for semi-scripted reality with a dose of young adult drama, “The Hills” is waiting on you.
I know I’m tuned in.