Alexis has three children and two nannies. Her husband appears to make a lot of money (on this show, we've learned that in many cases, people's finances are about as authentic as their breasts) yet doesn't really have that descriptive of a job. The couple talks about God a great deal.


As for Jeana, it seems that her new financial situation has humbled her, and she is opting out of the show and the "mean girls."


Two words: Slade Slimy

I grew up in New York, but during a time in which, it seemed, California was the place to be. Flicks like Valley Girl, Earth Girls Are Easy, Fast Times At Ridgemont High, Beverly Hills Cop, Troop Beverly Hills, Less Than Zero and The Lost Boys* offered up images of palm trees, malls, beaches and surfer slang. The Chili Peppers ruled, David Lee Roth's "California Girls" was on the radio, and the halls of my junior high reeked of Giorgio Beverly Hills, the scent all the older girls wore, like, for sure. Then came Beverly Hills 90210.

Steven Fenton, who is on the school board of BHH, says the idea to sell Beverly Hills High as a brand dates back to the orginal TV show, which aired from 1990 until 2000. At the time, the the school district declined to capitalize on the publicity. But now that they're short on cash (and there's a new 90210 on the air). Cue the Beverly Hills High sunglasses, scarves and corduroy tote bags. Ken Raasch, chief executive of Creative Brands, says:"Ultimately, Beverly Hills High School represents an aspirational lifestyle for people. Sunny days and palm trees, wide lawns and boulevards: the comfortable life a lot of people are hoping to have some day."

Some day? My Californiphilia was basically a phase, but the pre-teen in me would kill or die for a Beverly Hills High messenger bag.

Beverly Hills High School, The Brand [Forbes]

*click each flick to see a trailer!

"They keep their boyfriends warm at night??" I remember whining at my dad (who did something like roll his eyes and say, "Maureen, no one took the Beach Boys seriously until 'Pet Sounds'," as if that was something I should have known.)

But anyway, in the spirit of nostalgia and slow news days, I started trying to remember other things that used to get me, like, RAGING mad on behalf of womanity. The Good Earth. (Meanwhile, the Good Earth movie, which was full of white actors, was offensive on numerous other levels pertaining to civil rights, but that's another story.) The year our monsignor fired all the female altar servers. My mom ranting about how she never should have taken my dad's fucked up surname. Oh my god, and all old movies. Below, a clip from a 1961 movie musical that STILL TOTALLY STILL MAKES ME WANT TO KILL MYSELF, even as it is also almost hard to look away and years later I ended up using this movie to appease girls I babysat. In Rodgers' & Hammerstein's defense, Nancy Kwan is, at least, legitimately Asian: