I was a few years past my teens when “Beverly Hills, 90210″ made its TV debut in 1990. But I was close enough to the character’s ages (and probably younger than some of the baby-faced actors) to enjoy the high school drama and intrigue.
So I was excited to watch the show’s reincarnation, simply titled “90210,” that premiered last night. A few original characters are back, playing the adults this time, and a new crowd of beautiful, rich and naughty teens rules the roost.
But for this viewer, a bigger change had taken place. Instead of envying the teens escapades, I now watched from Mom-mode. When a 15-year-old girl goes on a date with a classmate in a private airplane, I saw danger, not romance. When another character spikes her drink at the Peach Pit, I hoped she wasn’t driving home (in her no-doubt luxury hot-rod.)
It was still an entertaining show, don’t get me wrong. I’m just watching it from a different perspective now. One rooted in reality. Scary, huh?