I’m not going to lie to you: I’ve grown to love proverbial cougar, Jackie Taylor’s backslide to depraved alcoholic. Honestly, it’s the best non-Shannen Doherty thing about the abomination that is 90210. She’s Sue Ellen Ewing for the New Millennium. And she’s 1000x more entertaining than either one of her daughters.
Oh and Annie? Good God. You know, when one of my new best rich friends flipped out and went missing, I had a complete meltdown about my douchebag boyfriend breaking up with me and then switched gears completely to befriend the high school bitch. So obviously I identify with her.
And go ahead: take my Republican Voter’s Registration card, but I don’t want Adrianna to keep the baby. One episode of Brandon playing daddy to that Single Mom Senior during Season One was enough of a Bristol Palin-PSA for me.
Because I’m crazy, I DVR the old episodes of Beverly Hills, 90210 that they play on Soapnet and see if I might want to watch them. Well, I usually love it when they are in the early episodes because I’m a fan of Brenda and her crazy antics (I also enjoy the Jackie-Mel plotline). I always skip certain episodes that grate on my nerves and I realized recently that it is all the ones with stupid Brandon plotlines–Brandon falls for a single mom; Brandon falls for a Black girl; Brandon makes friends with the future Chandler Bing, who wants to shoot his Dad. I’m with you on Adrianna not keeping the baby. And 90210 2.0 makes me want to throw up. But I will always love Jackie, and her current actions bring back fond memories of Beverly Hills Mother-Daughter Fashion shows on blow followed by trips to Timberhills. Ah, the good old days.
Jackie’s place also seemed a bit nicer looking this time, too.
God help me, though–I still miss those glass bricks….
“Yeah, I might be drunk, but at least I knew where she was!!”
Burn.