Why “The Real World” Needed To Get Real, Again
Back to New York!
Spoilers
When I activated my 7-day trial with Paramount in order to partake in the long overdue reunion fest featuring the OGs of one of the most viable TV franchises of the past two decades, The Real World — I wasn’t quite sure what to expect outside of the sweet nostalgic vibe of reconnecting with cultural pieces that helped define the start of a prolific era.
The older you get, the more you tend to melt in a puddle of emotions when events and people from your past abruptly appear as a reminder of how much time has gone by, and why those scars never heal.
When The Real World: New York made it’s highly-anticipated debut back in 1992, almost 30 years ago (WTF?!), I was a 19-year-old college sophomore, stuck in a similar scenario as the young, bright-eyed cast mates, who were selected to participate in a one-of-a-kind experiment that would require sharing a loft apartment with strangers in a trendy section of the city that never sleeps.
In my situation, I was sent to a two-year, all-girls college in a Midwestern town nobody had heard of, and just as you would imagine…
