I am out of MTV's target demo now, but still checking it out once in a while.
Crying because your parents won't buy you a car, then getting a Land Rover anyway? Flying to South Beach for the weekend with your Dad, eating caviar on his private jet? Parents dropping a quarter million dollars on a birthday party and hiring strippers for their son's party and buying sexy dresses for their daughters? Who are these people and where do they find them? Are we supposed to envy these spoiled, rich brats or laugh at them? I know for sure that 99% of viewers can't relate. I've got a feeling there's going to be a lot of disappointed girls turning 16 around the country with unrealistic expectation of what their party and gifts should be. I guess the trend that started with "Cribs" and VH1's "The Fabulous Life of..." continues. Materialism is in, I guess. Bling is the thing.
"I know for sure that 99% of viewers can't relate."
Seeing as there target demo is these spoiled teenage suburban punks, I'd say less then zero.
Remember now, the viewers of MTV these days, are the second generation. The parents grew up saying more, more, more. And of course, the duty of the child is to outdo the parents. That is why some rapper running around with 20 pounds of gold around his neck, surrounded by half naked women, waving his arms around like he has cerebral palsy is perfectly acceptable. This despite the fact this hip-hop mentality, which has now infiltrated all facets of entertainment, is 10,000 miles south of talent.
My wife and I (both in our 30's) stumbled on this show the other night and found it to be an utterly soul-sucking experience that brought back bad memories of when we were so bored we sat thru Trista and Ryan's wedding. (No thank you, Rawb and Ambuh - sorry CBS)
I wish nothing but bad things for the people portrayed on those shows.
In most cases, the parents were as bad as the kids. The plump AZ teen's mom getting sloppy drunk and hitting on the kid her daughter had a crush on was a particular lowlight. The dad throwing his son a party and whining that he was feeling unempowered by his son trying to make decisions despite being the one who wrote the checks was another.
How hilarious was it that the guy couldn't get more than what appeared to be about 60-70 kids to show up to a party being COVERED BY MTV!!!?? What a total loser. Hey doofus, Judd Nelson called and he wants you to put the collars down on your Polos. Putz.
It is a good rule in life never to apologize. The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them. P. G. Wodehouse (1881 - 1975), The Man Upstairs (1914)