The other day I was watching my daily very-important-dose of Aaron Spelling’s multi-layered crowning achievement, Beverly Hills 90210 (OG, 90s style, OF COURSE. None of this CW rehash shit).
The other day I was watching my daily very-important-dose of Aaron Spelling’s multi-layered crowning achievement, Beverly Hills 90210 (OG, 90s style, OF COURSE. None of this CW rehash shit). Nat was recovering from a heart attack and the fate of the Peach Pit was hanging in the balance (deep drama!). Dylan went to see his accountant (Mr Walsh, obvs) and requested the cash to purchase it. When he was cautioned against it because he’d “lose his shirt” he launched in to some confusing metaphor about having a lot of shirts in his closet and being OK with losing some because there were more, in his closet, the shirts. (I don’t know, go with it?)
While I tried to wrap my head around that one, I felt a strange sense of familiarity … This dark, laconic character that can fuck any girl he wants and throws everyone off with bizarre, obtuse one liners and a raise of the eyebrow … holy SHIT, Dylan Mckay is … Don Draper?
OMG DYLAN MCKAY is tooooootalllly DON DRAPER!
I just unlocked a superimportant secret of the universe, I think. I don’t know what I do with it … rule the world, mabes? Lemme get back to you on that one, K? Theenks.
I guess I know what Matthew Weiner is watching every day from 11 AM — 1PM, CAUGHT. I have my eye on you, Weiner. I will be watching like a hawk for some sort of Peggy Olsen storyline that I can tie into Donna Martin Graduates, best believe.
I think you meant to post this on Gawker.
I always fantasized that Jenny Garth was my private nurse and that she used her Peach Pit as my therapy.
launched in to some confusing metaphor about having a lot of shirts in his closet
GOLD
Sometimes when I walk away from my car I think about the car bomb in Dylan’s car set up by the mafia that killed his dad.
I used to idolize Dylan McKay and Brandon Walsh when I was a kid. 90210, Wilson Phillips, and Street Fighter 2. The good old days.
What. The Fuck. Are you talking about?
Ooo, ooo, can we get a recap on So You Think You Can Dance next?!?
who is emily valentine?
Ya know, sometime I almost feel bad about leveling so much criticism at this site lately, but this piece of shit has provided me w/ many a guilt-free month of bashing from here on out
p.s. instead of saying “bizarre, obtuse one liners” just say “non sequiturs”, cause that’s what you mean, hillbilly
Sir Fagsalot, your fellow grammar and usage pedant salutes you.
AH Have yet to watch this television program (I know, I KNOW…where the hell have I BEEN?) but please please PLEASE watch for a Roger Sterling equivalent. Probably overly sexist and hilarious?
i would think of peggy as more of a andrea to be honest, and unfortunately i’m afraid the role of roger goes to steve sanders for his sex-drive and one-line zingers…nat as cooper? for a second i thought the schoolteacher had the potential of causing as much drama as emily valentine, but i think she’s gone for a bit… white lightning you rock.
In real life BH high, Brandon and Dylan would be jewish, there would be lots of persians and asians as well.
What the fuck does any of this mean?? ?
Why did I read it? Why was this available to read? How did this happen?
well, cephaloid, this was a show that was on when you were still breast-feeding, major sensation, had a lopsided faced star and some ugly blond chicks on it. actually, yeah, save for emily valentine, every girl was pretty lame.
If the “smart girl” was really all that smart, why did she hang around with these whackers? Tori Spelling looks like a hag in this picture and in real life. BLAHHH!