High Society

Tinsley turns out to be the least interesting of her horrible crew. She pales in horribleness next to her friends, J.P. Calderon, an accused purse lifter who throws a glass at a woman and his sworn enemy, rich girl Jules Kirby.

The first episode is fairly execrable, but High Society settles down by the second, and we get a clearer--or at least less-boozy--view of Mortimer and her world.

The problem with "High Society" is that we don't love or hate the characters. We just want to shave their heads.

I may just be a cranky old dude, but I am not charmed by this stuff; Spencer Pratt is just a prat to me, and though I wish you well, Tinsley, in your new life, I will be happy to think no more about your friends, starting now.

Posing aside, Jules and Paul are probably right about lacking a censor button, but even 2,500 miles away, I couldn't find the "off" button fast enough.

These are not people you would love to hate. These are people you would be ashamed to allow in your home--unless their heads were on pikes.

High Society is absolutely reprehensible, and everyone at The CW should be totally ashamed for putting it on the air.