Gawker
Just because The Hills' season premiere was a little less exciting than hoped for it doesn't mean that you can stop hearing, thinking, or caring about its cast members. Why just today Radar ran "Yo Spencer!" a column wherein Spencer Pratt, the evil mastermind behind much of the show's intrigue, dispenses advice to regular people like you, or me, or people who wet the bed on a date ("It's time to sign up for AA, my dear," Pratt tells this poor young woman.)
The eerie thing about the column is that he comes across as sort of likable. I don't know how much he was edited, but I'm assuming it was a lot. So kudos to whoever reshaped his garbled mouth words into tolerable, almost warm bits of advice. The "be nice to your girlfriend in front of her mom, after all it's only for a weekend" bit is odious, but then he rescues himself in the next response by mentioning that he converted some "haters" at a Benihana. Oh, and may I suggest you go for the full waterboarding and listen to Heidi Montag's new single, the encouragingly-titled "No More," while you read? That's what I did. Now I'm keening softly to myself on the living room floor. Come, join me.
