Possibly because they need more drunks with STDs in D.C. running around like douche bags.
The cable network announced Wednesday that the 23rd season of the reality series would begin production in the nation’s capital later this summer and premiere in 2010. Previous editions have focused on young strangers living together in front of cameras in such cities as New York, Los Angeles, Miami, Boston, London, Las Vegas, Paris and Austin, Texas.
Tony DiSanto, MTV’s president of programming, said the network is “thrilled to be filming our classic franchise in the heart of where history is being made.”
Now I’m 31, meaning I haven’t watched the Real World since it went to London in Real World 4. (Like most real, red-blooded Americans I become magically disinterested in things once they leave the lower 48.) I mean, EVERYONE knows the show reached the peak of its greatness and relevance during Season 3 in San Francisco with Pedro the AIDS activist who died of AIDS shortly after the show wrapped, Puck the asshole, the cartoonist, Pam, that one chick who cried about being “SO WHITE!” and the black guy who largely hid out the whole season because everyone in that house was nutters.
More after jump.
I faithfully watched the first three seasons when all the folks were in their mid-20s and had real jobs and talent. Like Heather B. the rapper or poet/author Kevin Powell of the first season in NYC who basically set the standard for how black folks would be treated in all future seasons of The Real World — like they were insane.
Hell, Dave Chappelle dedicated an entire episode to the phenomenon, specifically what happened to his friend, another comic named David, in the second season of the show in LA. For the youngins, dude ripped a bed sheet off the one other black cast member Tami while she was in her drawers — they’d been horsing around like idiots all day — and ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE. Then members of the white folk in the house declared they felt “not safe” and one cast member compared the sheet ripping with rape. Assholey, yeah. But rape? Anyway, David became the first dude ever kicked off The Real World.
But remember when that was fresh and exciting? I remember it all just like yesterday. One minute Dave and Tami were getting tattoos and flirting and the next, “RAPE!” Exciting! Now though … snooze-ville.
Anyway. MTV’s coming to town, D.C. Metro. Stock up on your Trojans and Valtrex!