And to think, this show started out in 1992 (or thereabouts) as a way to see what would happen if seven strangers were thrown together to live in a small apartment.
Now, it's so damn predictable, it's not even interesting. Girls hook up with guys in the house. Guys hook up with girls in the house. Girl hooks up with guy not in the house, guy who lives in the house who likes girl gets jealous. Guy hooks up with girl who doesn't live in house, girl who lives in house gets jealous. Gay person feels out of place, until they hit a gay bar, then they feel like they belong in the world. Born again Christian wags their finger at gay person, tells them they're going to hell, then hooks up with someone in a bar and gets their hypocrisy pointed out to them. They start bawling about how no one understands them, and they listen to their parents lecture them over the phone about how they are now going to hell. Girl brings her cute sister to the house, guy decides he likes the sister, and pisses off the older sister. Oh yeah, and there's fighting. Lots and lots of fighting. Fingers in the peanut butter jar. Arguments over picking up picture negatives off the floor. Slapping annoying girl in the face as she leaves in a car. Screaming over use of the telephone. Pulling girls out of their beds. Oh yeah, and stupid names for significant others like Timber and Vaj. All that, and more, on the cable channel for music videos for an entire generation.
That about sums it up.
Oh, and Julie was hot.