Whitney Port. Of all The Hills girls, she’s probably the least annoying. She’s even halfway likeable. Halfway, we said. She’s cute. She seems sweet enough but not too sweet, like vegan cheesecake (also, she’s pale and low in calories). She’s got that fashion-line thing she’s working on. And, she’s inexplicably attentive whenever Lauren Conrad has some inane bit of information to discuss on The Hills. We’d have slapped that ho by now.
We’re happy she’s getting her own spinoff . . .
Good for you, girl. We weren’t sure it would ever happen. In one fell swoop you’ve escaped Lauren’s manicured clutches and beaten out the evil and omnipresent Speidi.
But the audacity, the balls it takes to call your show The City. Wow. As New Yorkers ourselves, this name rings, how shall we say . . . False. What on earth could Whitney Port have going on that will have anything to do with the City that we know and love? Maybe MTV should call it “The Rich,” or “The Meatpacking District,” or something.