From the fashion to the lingo to the logo (and, let's face it, the title itself), this show is so hilariously stuck in the '80s that I actually had to look it up to make sure that it wasn't meant to be set thirty years prior. I would have still questioned it, had it not been for the use of smartphones -- well played, Jane By Design. I guess this just leaves one question as far as this inevitably short-lived series goes: Do the writers know less about being a high school student or about working in the fashion industry?
While you can't always give their shows an "A" for quality, you have to give Syfy an "A" for creativity. I'd rather watch a show where Dr. Watson has been injected with vampire blood or Edgar Allan Poe's notebook starts killing people than another show about a dysfunctional family of cops or doctors.
You could say I'm a bit masochistic when it comes to television. My problem is that I can't let go. It started when I was a young child, as I struggled through the college years of Sabrina the Teenage Witch because quitting would have made me feel guilty every time I looked at the autographed photo of Melissa Joan Hart on my wall. Then it was Grey's Anatomy, which became my TV equivalent of a boyfriend gone abusive - it hurt every time, but I kept hoping things would get better and go back to normal. Tasteless analogies aside, my worst case of TV masochism came with the introduction of Secret Life of the American Teenager -- only this time, the show sucked from the start.
Worlds collide in today's TV news! I regret to inform you that one of those worlds is Planet Sarah Palin.