So there are plenty of reasons not to like the new 90210. Some of the kids look older than me. Heck, some of them look older than Andrea Zuckerman looks now.
But the real reason to now watch this CW show (and not because we were supposed to boycott the CW three years ago) is because they weren't smart enough to schedule the Season 3 premiere for today.
I'm going to venture a guess that there are software developers shaking their heads (not to mention Europeans) who remember the genesis of a another 1990's phenomenon: The dreaded Y2K problem, i.e. software glitches - both real and ultimately exaggerated - brought about by earlier coding that failed to account for the inevitability of 1999 passing into 2000.
For those who were there, today is 09/02/2010, TV show or no TV show.
Like the original cast of 90210, I gradated in 1993. When I first moved to Chicago to live for the summer with a friend from high school, she was the tortured artist poet and I was the same but gay male version. We lived in Rogers Park and went to an Open Mic most Wednesday nights for her to read, and for me to support her play the "guess the bad rhyme" poetry listener. But we had a secret shame: we had to book it to the cafe (No Exit) because sign-up started at 8 but 90210 didn't end until then.