#vanderpump rules

I wish I could watch Vanderpump rules for the first time again. It is modern myth. It is lynchian. It is absurd in the existentialist sense. David foster Wallace would cower at the sight of it because he could not have come up with anything so engaging and incisive about post modern American culture. It should not have been made, ethically, but thank God it was because I don’t think we’ll see another tv show like it again. I am being so deeply serious when I say I consider it part of television’s canon along with Mad Men and the Sopranos. It captures something deep and raw and dark and funny at the heart of it that can simply never be replicated. It proudly declares that we are the same beasts who waged war against the gods, and we are also nothing like them: we are domesticated chihuahuas descended from great but vicious wolves, and the show does not deign to moralize about which is better. God.

I’m not really sure what I’ve done to you but I’ll take a Pinot Grigio