Huffington Post blogger Ben Heller says his wife's insane addiction to the Hills makes him love her just a little bit less, but if you read his column on the matter you'll see he's talking about a serious issue that threatens to undermine his marriage more and more with each passing Monday night. The tone of his piece is not unlike someone who writes in to a dating columnist with something like, "My relationship with my boyfriend is totally perfect, except for this one small problem where he likes to set stray cats on fire." Here's what Heller writes about the women of the Hills, and you can't help but wonder if there's a little transference going on: "These girls have no interest in the Lloyd Doblers and Seth Cohens of the world. They want the club-hopping himbo with a table at Les Deux and an Uncle in casting at New Line." And what of the ladies who like to watch the Hills, like his wife?
These are girls that grew up in the John Hughes era, and champion subversively feminist chick-programming like My So-Called Life and Gilmore Girls. Now they're glued to the couch every Monday night to find out if tone-deaf chanteuse Heidi Montag and lunkhead loser Spencer Pratt's on/off relationship is like, um, on, or like, um, off. (Hint: until it's no longer commercially viable, there'll be no resolution).
See, The Hills is a world where The Karate Kid loses. Where Jake Ryan never notices Samantha Baker, and the only thing Seth Rogen hits is his bong.
Wow, that's bleak.
Prediction: Ben Heller will be totally into the Hills in about three weeks. Or, at least, I hope so. His wife works at Us Weekly so it's hard to picture another scenario under which the marriage is saved.
HuffPo: Why The Hills Makes Me Love My Wife a Little Bit Less
















