| So let it be known far and wide that I am at least a little creepy,
because this season’s Real World, which takes place in
Chicago, Illinois, reels me in like a hungry walleye at the end of
a nylon line. There are so many things about it that grab me. There’s
the everpresent first level, of course — that these people aren’t
just losers, but truly irredeemable assholes, and it’s always
fun to watch truly irredeemable assholes convincing each other that
they’re bound for greatness — but there’s so much more
to it than that this time around. |
