This show? One reason I don't watch much TV. The plot swirls around a gang of high school kids traipsing about the Upper East Side.
It serves as a reminder that while I may love living here as a single woman, raising children here? Doping up in central park, cruising in limos, making rounds at Madison Avenue boutiques. Can't see it. How about climbing trees, running, just being girls...learning?
What happened to igniting curious high school minds like Robin Williams did in Dead Poets Society? This show arm-in-arm with Miss lovely, befuddled South Carolina and whatever cracked-out celeb-of-the-day is strewn across the headlines (even the way the word celeb rolls off the tongue makes me cringe): It's pathetic.
Who do young girls have to look up to? Who will be the new Cokie Roberts, Condoleezza Rice, Madeleine Albright, Samantha Power, Maureen Dowd, Joan Didion, Katharine Graham, Hillary? Just one shred of something they can aspire to, just one nugget of compassion and real knowledge of the world beyond skinny jeans and heinous gossip. We can come up with something better. Can't we?
Gag me....with a spoon, GG.
May I suggest a little light reading for you: The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls. Yep, it's based on a true story, a real eye-opener.