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The League just started its second season. 

The new season of the Jersey Shore premiered last night. After so much TV gold from the Music Television Channel, i.e. Jersey Shore Season 1 and Teen Mom, I almost had high hopes for Season 2. The problem is the cast is already “famous”. In Season 1, the hair gel, bronzer and catch phrases about “grenades” (fat ugly girls) and “gorillas” (“juiced” “hot” [tan] guys) seemed so natural. Now the cast is acting like a caricature of themselves. More importantly, they seem to think that Season 2 was completely their idea - the production company obviously had nothing to do with it.

The downfall begins right after the title sequence. Instead of climbing into their beat up Hondas (with NY license plates), they are all getting into brand new Escalades. Snooki, unfortunately, will no longer be snookin’ around, because she found herself an “amazing gorilla juice head”. Happiness at last. For now. The whole life style of the “Shore” was GTL (gym, tan, laundry for those living under rocks). But breaking news, tanning is out! Why? As Snooki explains, Obama put a 10% tax on tanning in New Jersey, “McCain would never put a 10% tax on tanning”, because he is pale and white, while Obama doesn’t understand because he doesn’t need to go tanning. See what she did there? I can’t decide if she made this up on her own. In other news, JWOWW brushed her hair. 

Spoiler Alert. Angelina comes back. Even though it tells you that in the show info. Angelina lasted about 2 episodes in Season 1, and is really upset that she didn’t become famous - so is trying it all again. She is so lame. And has apparently hooked it with both the Situation and DJ Pauly D off camera. 

Although the season is completely underwhelming, and MTV should have picked a new cast of guidos, you can rely on the Jersey Shore for some excellent quotes (whether scripted or unscripted). “Obviously he fucks his sister for a living” - Snooki on meeting people in Georgia. “I feel like a pilgrim from the freaking 20s” - Snooki on hand washing clothes. Maybe the 1620s sweetheart.

Here at The ## we faced a choice. We could not let this monumental Sunday come and go without some sort of commentary, but what stone has been left unturned? Today, we find ourselves with a daunting amount of stellar analysis of last night’s episode of Mad Men, from our friend Natasha Vargas-Cooper’s typically awesome installment of The Footnotes of Man Men over at The Awl, to Slate’s roundtable discussion, to a group of profs and academes writing in their smart but staid Higher Ed style. SO, instead of giving you a well-formed reaction, which we could provide if we were wont to do so, we’ve posted the chat that the ## masthead engaged in immediately after the end of last night’s episode. It’s fast and messy and occasionally brilliant. Shit might get weird, but stay with us. And tune in next week: We’re live-tumbling the response! So after the episode, come straight to The ##. Enjoy!

Person 1: THAT JUST HAPPENED

Person 2: YES

OH MY

Person 1: PEGGLE

Person 3: Betty is a total [C-BOMB!] now

so awesome

Person 4: meh!

Person 5: meh

Person 4: first

Person 3: tits or GTFO

Person 2: First off: someone needs to make a gif of Sally spitting up her food

Person 5: ok bye

Person 2: lulz!

Person 1: PEGGLE

we need to talk about peggle

Person 3: wat is this i don’t even

Person 2: Let’s talk about that television we just watched!

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Vulture:

As of tomorrow, the recently canceled Party Down will no longer be available to stream on Netflix, per Starz’s directive. Ouch. If you start now, you can probably get through about two-thirds of the twenty episodes by midnight. [Clicker]

Those fuckers at Starz are smarter than we thought. Now they’re rewarding those with enough foresight and taste to have watched every episode of ‘Party Down’ before today, and making all slow fools who “haven’t gotten around to it yet” even bigger losers who will have to silently nod and smile when cool bros talk about the best catering show ever. 

Can’t wait to enjoy my heightened street cred tomorrow. 

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So some heady bros are trying to break the Guinness World Record for consecutive hours watching TV. Their choice? Lost, of course. They’re currently 58 hours in to the 94 hour series. Luckily they’re sponsored by Rockstar Energy Drink and Awake gum.

What’s great is they have a webcam documenting the whole thing. It’s not puppies or sloths, but hey, you can watch people watching TV. With just the audio, the show sounds like a crappy soap opera. Oh wait.

You can also follow them on Twitter!

(via Gothamist)

So you may have noticed from our short hiatus that we had to graduate from college last week (Woohoo! #realworld). Now most of us our back home waiting for real life to start, enjoying home-cooked meals premium cable channels we couldn’t afford at school.

On a recommendation from a friend I watched the entire first season of Party Down, a Starz original series about actor-caterers in LA. You can stream every episode on Netflix. Currently the second season is airing on Starz on Fridays at 10pm, but start with the pilot and work your way up.

The show revolves around the employees of Party Down Catering, a decent catering outfit in present day Los Angeles. Henry (Adam Scott), our hero, is a failed actor only recognizable to the public as “that guy” from a beer commercial eight years ago. We find him returning to the catering business and things are looking down until he meets fellow caterer and love interest Casey (Lizzy Caplan). Their casual relationship based on sex that inevitably evolves into deeper feelings and tension will remind recent grads of their younger days.

Catch tonight’s episode on Starz at 10. If you can afford Starz.

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It’s Sunday Funday, which means you should be wasting time until 10pm when the third episode of Treme airs on HBO. Here’s a couple New Orleans classics to get you in the mood:

NYDN:

Ed Westwick has officially checked into Heartbreak Hotel: We hear the “Gossip Girl” guy is devastated after learning that his former girlfriend Jessica Szohr was cuddling up with a gaggle of guys behind his back.

If you’re at all like us, you have a goal of getting trashed below 14th street with Ed Westwick before either of you turn 26 (no homo). Sounds like tonight would be an ideal night.

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