A Real World for People With Jobs!
So what do you do when you are a hip, single thirty something looking for some good reality television? Sure, we all love Real World, but there's only so much of Wes's stupidity one person can take in one day. If only there was a show out there that had that Real World flavor but was geared towards the more sophisticated viewer. Of course, since I'm talking about reality TV, I use "sophistication" loosely.
Well, look no further as this summer we get One Ocean View. No, it's not a crossover of The View and 8th and Ocean, although god knows we need Vinci and Starr Jones to meet. Nope, it's a new summer reality series featuring "people old enough to have real jobs, issues and baggage, but still young enough to leave all that behind and have a great time" spending their weekends at a summer house on Fire Island. So it's like an older Real World where the contestants think a career is actually getting a job like opening a restaurant or being an insurance broker, as opposed to appearing on Real World/ Road Rules Challenge until you turn 40.
Hey, I have baggage! I have a real job! And I am still young enough to leave it all behind and have a great time! This is the perfect reality show for EdHill! And from what I've read it looks like this can be the sleeper reality show of the summer, even with such stiff competition as Big Brother All Stars and Project Runway 3. I mean, they have identical twins! That just opens up all sorts of opportunities for wacky musinderstandings.

Tired of B-side and all his Hills silliness? No? Yeah, me either. So for those people that can't get enough of contrived, pseudo-Real World-y, romantically-angled reality shows, we have One Ocean View, a reality show starring twentysomethings that all have somewhat impressive jobs, yet still manage to act stupider than Coral and the Miz combined. Sure, it's full of contrived situations and has all the reality of Wrestlemania, but these are the dog days of August. Summer and bad reality TV are as American as apple pie and porn. So sit back and let the soothing sounds of summer take you to a place called Fire Island. A place where if this show is any indication, no gay people ever set foot. A place where up and coming New Yorkers take weekend breaks in a fantastic beach house, stop being polite, and start getting real. Or something like that.