a confession

And it is this:

I watch the Hills.

BUT

I feel that in this last episode, something important happened: It is no longer important whether or not it’s real. I don’t care. I never really cared, but this episode cemented it for me.

Actually, I think I prefer to think of it all as some constructed fairy tale. It allows me to feel like my own life isn’t so very crappy because I don’t have to compare our realities. Because “reality” on the Hill’s is something along the line of that the worst thing that could possibly happen to you is ruining your ballgown because you were out partying in it at a Parisian nightclub with some French rock stars.

Sigh…

Whose life could compare to that?

Even Carrie Bradshaw’s last trip to Paris kinda sucked it big time.

For those of those unfamiliar, this season premiered with an episode in which our heroine (the adorable Lauren Conrad) jetted off to Paris.

She was in town to go to a ball - and then poor little miss Cinderlauren burned her ballgown and had nothing to wear to the ball - but it’s ok cause a designer simply whipped up an even more fabulous dress for her to wear! Yay!

Then of course, while at the ball (which turned out to be kinda boring, FYI) who do you think shows up? Yeah, a gorgeous French rocker (who is seriously crushing on our gal BTW) in some very tight pants on a very tight vespa. So what does Lauren do? Hikes up her ball gown and goes for a midnight tour of Paris, of course! Who wouldn’t?

Also: who doesn’t love a girl that looks hot in red lipstick, and knows to co-ordinate her nails and beverage accordingly.

Also: Whitney seems like such a good influence on everyone, especially Laruen - who doesn’t exactly have the best track record when choosing friends (to say the least). So astoundingly down to earth. And soo so pretty-pretty. Katherine Heigl pretty. God, I wish she were my BFF/coworker.

The show may be reality TV - but the reality is for the girls who watch it, it’s 100% fantasy fulfillment. Just like reading Teen Vogue. Nobody’s shocked when it turns out to be less than the truth - whether or not Heidi actually thinks she has a legitimate singing career, Lauren does a lick of work at Teen Vogue, or Audrina posed for nude pictures.

Not important. More debutante balls please. More Paris. More partys. More outfits. More cat fights. More playboys. More rock stars.

It’s an indulgence, and as such it fits into my life alongside my more serious pursuits.

And if I’m supposed to give it up, simply because it’s silly, than I say to you: give up your Will Ferrel movies, your sporting events, your Guitar Hero and your American Idol.

You do all that, and I’ll stop watching the Hills.