Life vs Art
I've developed an unhealthy fondness for One Tree Hill (one of the WB's trademarked teen angst shows). It's on after Gilmore Girls, which I find smart and funny, and I'm generally too lazy to change the channel. So, anyways... last night's story centered around a cheerleading competition, and the girls were over-the-top snarky with each other. Amusing, but fiction, yes?

Er... no. My current temp assignment is in the Student Employment Office, and we have a gaggle of skinny, pretty, fashionable college girls working here. Listening to them chatter away today I am struck by how very much like their fictional counterparts they are.

Go fig. I was never included in those cliques either in high school or college, so I guess I never knew what they were like. I don't feel that I was deprived.

In other, geek-related news, I'll get to see Hellboy with Phil tonight. I was too busy (playtesting Living Death in Springfield) last weekend, and I've been just dragging thus far this week (and needed clean laundry). Yippiee!