I sort of wish I had completely forgotten that the premiere of MTV's new show 16 and Pregnant was on this past Thursday. Seriously, what is with MTV and 16 year olds?
Oh. Because that's who's watching that shit.
Honestly, whatever happened to the fun lighthearted music videos, or hell, even the crazed spring breakers running around half naked?
I fondly remember when they'd cram two drunk college students in a telephone booth and make them change clothes.
I suppose you could say they've gone from one method of exploitation to another.
Now I really should have just watched the 4000 other shows that were on television, but I was feeling sort of weepy (must have been the fact that my husband was having a terrible time in Venice without me or something like that).
And I have this soft spot in my heart for pregnant teens, hence why I cried my way through practically all of Juno, so I figured why not just stand there and let MTV punch me in the face a few times.
Now if you have no idea what the hell this show is because you're one of those goody goodies who doesn't have cable or worse, doesn't own a television, then you should enjoy riding your very high horse for this one.
I mean, I'd give you a recap but the title basically implies exactly what the whole thing is going to be about.
Sixteen year old girl in an urban location or the South (surprise!) gets knocked up by her doofy, immature teenage boyfriend who proposes to her so she can call him her "fiance'" when really he's still just her doofy immature boyfriend who just wants to hang out with his doofy, immature friends while she does almost every single thing for the baby along with working and going to college while her mom watches the baby but she doesn't want to say anything because he's happy and that's all she wants at which point point he tells her that he doesn't think it's going to work out and that everything changed when she got pregnant and then they decide to "work it out" which means she'll still do everything and just put up with his shit hoping that he'll change.
Just when you thought we'd come a long way the good old South reminds us how it likes its women to kick it "old school" oppressive style, yo.
Now I will say it was as predictably depressing without the calories or hangover of a bad bottle of wine as it sounds.
But if that's not a reason to talk to your kids about sex and temporarily sterilize them until they're at least 25, I don't know what is.