Confession: I love VH1. Always have, always will. But this just depresses me:

You may not learn much from “I Hate My 30’s,” but you’re sure to laugh at the misfortune of your friends as they’re devastated by the realization that the life they’ve imagined is but a faint and fading dream slowly escaping their reach as they sink deeper and deeper into the quicksand of real-life.

I just watched a few Act 1’s online. I can’t seem to make it any further than that. Am I supposed to nod my head in recognition? Giggle madly at the irony of it all? Am I supposed to be relating, here?

I haven’t seen television this bad in a long, long time. Someone over at 1515 Broadway oughtta go tool around the Slope for a little while.

Ah. I see it was canceled after 8 episodes. God Bless America!