Diana Mizota: You know you like to watch. You do it alone. In the dark. You don't talk about it with your friends. You hide it from your husband. No one has to know.
Hi, my name is Diane and I watch "The Hills."
MTV won't admit it, but a sizeable portion of "Hills'" viewers is comprised of women in their 30s. (I could swear I've seen a diaper commercial in there) Smart, professional, otherwise clear-thinking women like myself. So what keeps us coming back for more?
In the exhausting exercise of juggling family, household and career, (I'm writing from a bench in Disneyland while my son naps) sometimes we really need to check out. And in lieu of hard drugs or alcohol, the dialogue on this show does the trick. Conversations so banal they're mind numbing, yet strangely comforting. When I plop down on the couch with a chocolate pudding, "The Hills" is like a warm bath for the brain. Speidi take me away!
It harkens back to a simpler time, when we spent our time chasing the wrong guys, weeding through friends for keepers, trying every fashion trend that comes along. (Wet look leggings at work, Heidi? Really? ) It's part escapist fantasy, train wreck relationship bible, glossy fashion fix, and homage to our past as self-obsessed twenty-somethings. I'll cop to envying their wealth of clothes and time, but the appeal is that I wouldn't trade places with them for anything. The twenties are a lot like Disneyland; it may seem like the happiest place on earth, and it's a heck of a lot of fun to visit, but no one seriously wants to live there.
As the 5th and possible final season of this guilty little pleasure begins Monday, April 6th, I will be watching, alone, in the dark on my couch with my chocolate pudding. I know some of you will be watching too, even if you'll never admit it...you know who you are.
|Diane Mizota is an accomplished TV host, actor, writer and producer who began her career as a professional dancer. She is a first-time mom who currently lives in Los Angeles with her husband and toddler son.|