We watched “The OC” because it made us laugh, and it made us cry. But most importantly, it made us think about our own relationships – with our friends, our significant others, and with our parents.
1. Not ‘punk’ girl layering What it was: Above, it is one thing: one tank over a cami with a shelf bra and some ~punk~ accents.
Even though we know what happens at the end, we can’t help returning to the beginning time and again: This is how it’s done in Orange County.
No one judges how you look in a bikini, nor how early you go to bed. And old people like to drink.
A feeling that before I’d reach age X or Y, I’d die. I’d get killed. I’d suffer some horrendous freak accident and life would end before it could continue. Because envisioning myself at an older state felt so impossible, so hard to grasp.
I talk about television characters like they’re my friends. Over the years, I’ve lost touch with some (series finales), some have passed away, and some I still meet up with every Monday night at MacLaren’s. Here’s a list of my closest friends on television, past and present.
Hope for our Adam Brody character seemed almost spent.
While the camp and cheese that was a Sex and the City (and Carrie) staple worked in the late 90s and early 2000s, it feels a little too optimistic and corny in 2013.
You’re unsure of where “north Orange County” begins and ends, and you sure as hell don’t want to find out.
Summer hates poor people almost as much as she would hate being poor, which she never is (unless you count her sort of choice-hippie-poverty in Season 4).