Okay I’m a masochist…maybe I’m just a gluten for punishment. But when it comes to my new reality obsession I am majorly depressed that it has quietly gone away with its season, and potentially series finale, which aired last Sunday on E! It’s called #RichKids of Beverly Hills. It focuses on three wealthy girls in their twenties who come from three wealthy families in Beverly Hills and the various men in their lives weather they be the loves of their lives or the gays in their lives. There’s rich Asian Dorothy Wang, who aspires to become an elite real estate agent, her best friend Morgan Stewart an aspiring style and fashion blogger, and Persian Roxy Sowalty an aspiring interior designer, who as the series begins is the first of the girls to be financially cut off from her parents. The girls come across as lazy, materialistic, egotistical, vapid, borderline ignorant, and maddeningly self-indulgent. It doesn’t help the fact that Morgan constantly berates her mother by treating her like her assistant, on top of calling her by first name Susan. And for those reasons alone I love watching the show! It’s as if we’ve been allowed into this exclusive world of the fabulously elite twenty-year olds who have yet to grow up but know how to spend their parents dough on the most ludicrous things no person would ever dream of having or wanting for that matter. What sets this show apart is the three girls and their friends constantly communicate through social media, namely their addiction to texting and Instagram. Their love of social media is constantly mentioned throughout the show’s storylines, hence the hashtag in the show’s title. To drive that point home the show’s producers also use that as a transition from one scene to the next. At first I hated the constant full screen graphics of the girls texts on their iPhones complete with full sound effects, but as the show wore on, for some reason, this concept grew on me. Perhaps I was getting used to the fact that these kids were always on their cell phones, like most of the youth of America, and I just accepted this fact as this is the way they communicate.
In the very first episode we are introduced to three men that interplay in the ladies’ lives, relator Brendan Fitzpatrick, Morgan’s boyfriend, and their two gay best friends one is flamboyant music producer Jonny Drubel, the other is even more flamboyant New York based college student EJ Johnson, son of basketball legend Ervin “Magic” Johnson. All of these kids, well they’re adults but they hardly act like it, come from families of wealth so they don’t actually have to do anything to make a living. And so when the series first began, our three female leads don’t have any employment to speak of. And for the first few episodes we see them literally do nothing, they go shopping, they go out to lunch, they play with their dogs, they exercise, they go out on dates. We also see them sit by the pool and take pictures of themselves on their cell phones, i.e. selfies. They fight, they get drunk, they get make up, they get crazy, they dance, they spend ungodly amounts of money. That’s basically the gist of the first few episodes. They do everything but work. They playfully call it being #funemployed. That’s another interest that #RichKids hopes to exploit. Not only constantly text each other ad naseum but they also tend to speak in social media talk with hashtags being thrown in any conversion whenever appropriate, or not appropriate as the case may be.
Eventually, as many reality shows tend to do they head onto another location for a change of scenery. So the gang heads on a so-called group vacation to Cabo, and more adventures, arguments, and hilarity ensues. Roxy gets a job and not an internship as Dorothy would have you believe. Dorothy gets a job. Morgan feels left out, she finally gets something going. The gang heads to New York, more hijinks ensue. They still act like spoiled knuckleheads. But they’re endearing knuckleheads and they are on occasion humbled by life’s challenges whether it’s Roxie getting cut off financially or Morgan being questioned on what she actually blogs about. (I visited her blog, there’s not too much going on, and no sweetie you can’t so called “touch” people with your writing when you hardly write about anything!) What I love best about the show is the one liners that our two besties, Dorothy and Morgan, have when it comes to life. When everyone else around her seems to have a job Morgan opines “I’m like Teen Mom. Home and I can’t go to Prom.” When discussing fashion while in Vegas, Dorothy says “We look perfectly in tune but not the same like Destiny’s Child. All cohesive but different. It definitely looks like Tina Knowles was somewhere behind us.” And when discussing the current trends in social media Morgan serves up “There’s like dust on my Facebook. I haven’t checked it in that long.” Ah these are some sage opinions on life for sure. I do question if the producers aren’t feeding some of these lines to them. I mean who can be that quippy all of the time? These people don’t come across as the most brilliant human beings if they were they wouldn’t be starring this alleged reality show for sure. So take that for what it’s worth.
Many critics are calling today’s primetime television world the new golden age of television. From pay cable to basic cable to online media to even network television, everyone is putting out some of their best work, especially in the field of continuing drama. The same cannot be said for the state of reality television. When was the last you heard a truly great reality show. And no esteemed television critics, Here Comes Honey Boo Boo is not one of the so called new landmark series that’s changing the way we see families represented on television. There are new other reality shows out there like Chrisley Knows Best that come across as so unbelievably false and the drama, if that’s what you call it, is highly manufactured. Or Whalburgers where life is supposed to revolve around the family business but nothing interesting ever happens ever. For a reality show to break through it has to be as less manufactured and devoid of as many hijinks as possible. For me, I feel #RichKids accomplishes this. For some odd reason you find yourself caring what happens to these people. I can’t explain it but they’re vapid and selfish, which makes them no better or worse than any other reality stars. But they are living life as well they know how to live and you’ve got to give them that. And I quite frankly I enjoy seeing them live life to the fullest. Better on someone else’s dime than their own. It’s a sad and desperate time we’re living in and quite frankly I’m loving it!
Update: E! announced this morning that it has renewed #RichKids of Beverly Hills for a second season. On top of that they’ve picked up a quasi spinoff #RichKids of New York has been ordered along with two additional Kardashian spin-offs. Really E!? I’m not sure about the East Coast version of #RichKids. People in New York who are vain and self-involved take their vapidness with some sense of seriousness while on the Left Coast it tends to be tongue and cheek. I guess I’ll be Team Cali all the way. And I’ll be counting down the days until season 2 picks up in August.