I'll admit that I kind of love this season of the Real World. Although the issues aren't as hard-hitting as those on the first few seasons, the Hollywood cast has struggled with more than just a drunken hookup. One of my favorite roommates, Sarah, is the anti-Trisha (from the Sydney cast): We've actually seen a self-proclaimed Christian evolve from judging others to genuinely reaching out and attempting to grow in her religion. And then there's Joey, the guido-looking guy with whom I am inexplicably in love. Joey struggled with drug and alcohol addiction and anger issues until the producers suggested he attend rehab. In the clip above, Joey has just returned to the house and is greeted by his borderline-alcoholic roommates, who don't plan to do anything to aid him in his recovery. Later in the show, Joey pointed out that, while the roommates don't owe him anything, it would be nice if they were decent human beings every once in awhile. J, sweetheart, what did you expect?



ONE DAY YOURE GUNNA WAKE UP AND BE LIKE WHEREZ JOEY?
AND JOEY WONT BE HERE NO MORE.
No. Last night I was watching this, and this bitch yelled out, "love ya!" in that whiny twang of hers, with her outdated tramp stamp hanging out of her pants, and I wanted Old Joey to give her a punch goodbye. Seriously- couldn't one person have stayed in to hang with the dude? I had my fantasy moment, where I walk out and he's like, "You're leaving?" And I'm like, "Yeah. And you're coming with me." And we link arms and walk to a coffee shop and I show the poor guy some love and genuine respect and friendship. It was a really tender moment…until I saw the stripper walking away in her tennis and t-shirt, which she was pulling down so it woul look like a dress. So sad. My thoughts are with Joey right now, sending him positivity and love. I hope he's well!