I have a theory about reality television. Basically, reality TV is so great to watch because it serves as a palate cleanser for all of your problems. Had a bad day? Don't worry, because "America's Next Top Model" is coming on and this episode, Tyra Banks is going to look fierce and talk about self-confidence! Got a bad grade on your midterm? Don't stress, because on "The Real World," that one crazy girl is going to break down and yell at that other crazy girl!

When it comes to MTV's "Laguna Beach" spin-off "The Hills," the same rules apply. There's something to be said about coming home from a stressful day of school, work and over-caffeination and sitting down to a heavy dose of useless banter. And as much as I love "The Hills," it is hard to ignore how completely inane, predictable and pointless it is. But I love it. For one, everyone is beautiful and wealthy. What could be easier to watch than the lives of those who need not worry about a thing? There is absolutely no thinking involved, no feeling-just pure entertainment.

Secondly, it takes place in Los Angeles, the perfect setting for reality television and one of the world's most narcissistic, image-conscious cities. Sexy nightclubs, bubbling jacuzzis, and multimillion dollar mansions all comprise the settings for the feuds and hook-ups of "The Hills."

Thirdly, it provides an excellent source of L.A. socialite eye-candy. For ladies, there's the affable Brody and the well-muscled Doug; for gentlemen, the pouty-lipped Whitney and the sultry Audrina. And lastly, the cat-fights! Lauren versus Heidi, Lauren versus Spencer, Lauren versus … well, it ceases to matter at a certain point, because the fights themselves never vary. What is most important here is the consistency and the drama, and that is why we love The Hills.