High School Reunion’s 3rd season started this week, and I figured that I should write about it, but then I fell into this really deep depression, because what is there to say about High School Reunion that hasn’t already been said? But, like, everything, because Sally and I are the only people that watch this show.
Do you like reality dating shows? Do you like uncomfortable situations? Do you like witnessing awkward “oh my GOD what was that guy’s NAME?” moments? No? Well, me neither, but when you mix them all together, you get High School Reunion, which brings a dozen or so members of a 20-year-reunion high school class together and sticks them in a house in Hawaii and gives them unlimited alcohol and sun and lots and lots of forced dates and bonding. It manages to be the best reality show since Jersey Shore, which is interesting, because Jersey Shore started after High School Reunion, and I’ve watched HSR since the first season, but I guess I’ve watched Jersey Shore my whole life, since I live here.
This guy really wants you to stick with me on this one.
