Well, after nine episodes, a boatload of comments on my original post about how it's cool to be a dork, and an angry tweet from Liz Lee to me, My Life as Liz has come to an end -- for now, anyway. And though it's still not entirely clear how fabricated Liz is, I'd like to point out that Liz Lee herself swears this show isn't scripted here, here, and here, so I'm choosing to treat this series as a reality show, despite the fact that it looks like a poorly rehashed clone of Clarissa Explains it All. And now that Liz is off to art school in New York City and Bryson is no doubt scoring with the ladies in Austin, it's time to explore the worst elements of Liz.
Once upon a time, we were introduced to a series about a smart, overtly sardonic, and extremely pessimistic upper-middle-class teenage girl dealing with day-to-day life in her American suburban town. Her name was Daria Morgendorffer and she ruled. Over a decade later, we are given the same synopsis, but instead of cartoons, we get real people who have maybe been cast, who may read from scripts. I'm talking, of course, about MTV's My Life As Liz.