If there’s one thing I hate more than Vegemite, it’s this fucking show. Guys, look. There is nothing here for you. I’ve heard people defend it with the ol’ “It’s so bad it’s good”, but I suspect that’s mostly an attempt to deflect their guilt over liking such an abhorrent piece of television. The first five hundred seasons were okay, dealing with some fairly interesting issues (Emma getting her period at school and dealing with it admirably stands out), but then it got rigoddamndiculous. How many times has Paige been raped? Which one’s the gay one? Oh they’re all gay. Oh no, not this week. Now somebody’s pregnant with her brother’s best friend’s dog-walker’s aunt’s step-nephew. It’s the teen Passions, but at least that show had somewhat attractive cast members (and don’t even bust Drake out on me, you could do better).
