Okay, so it’s Saturday morning, and what are you doing? Nothing? Well, if you live in the Raleigh, NC area, and you’re between 18-24, I have a suggestion: why not go to the Real World casting call? It’s happening today at 10am. I don’t know what is more disturbing about this: how much I wish someone I know would go, just so I could hear about it, or the fact that this is for Real World 17. Yes, that is 1-7, seventeen. How is that even possible? Granted, I haven’t been watching since the one in Seattle, or maybe Boston, whichever was most recent. Nowadays, Starting Over fills my strangers-in-a-house-working-through-various-issues needs, but I do feel a certain sentimentality towards the Real World, since I did watch the very first season, when it was groundbreaking TV, religiously.

I think it’s interesting that they’re coming to a college town so close to graduation, at at time when the “real world,” (lowercase) is being discussed an awful lot, as in, “Get ready for the real world!” and “What are you going to do next year, when you’re in the real world?” i.e. not college, and classes, but jobs and rent. I can see going out for this show as some kind of middle ground, a way of jumping into the void after higher education while at the same time kind of, well, not. Most of my students who are seniors only roll their eyes when asked, again, what their plans are for next year. They’re sick of the question, which people usually start asking sometime in the middle of freshman year. It’s all about this accelerated world we live in, always planning for The Next Step. Starting college? What’s your major? What are you going to do with that after graduation? And then, once you have graduated: do you have a boyfriend? When are you getting married? You’re engaged? Oh, then have you set the date? If you’re married, the baby talk starts the instant you return from the honeymoon, if not at the wedding itself. Thinking about kids? No? Why not?

Bianca’s joke has always been that the final question, after all these, will be this: when ya gonna die? Try answering THAT one at a cocktail party.

Whew. I’m exhausted just thinking about it. So I can definitely see the appeal of this Real World, the one that is televised, not quite real or not but somewhere in between. A few months in a sweet house, with some dramatic roomates: the possibilities are endless. And the real real world will still be there when it’s over. Waiting for you, as ever. And it’s really not so bad, out here. I promise.

have a good weekend, everyone!