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CBS just optioned yet another Twitter feed to turn into a sitcom. Dear Girls Above Me joins Shhh…Don’t Tell Steve in the development pipeline, where it may eventually join Shit My Dad Says on the actual primetime schedule.
It occurs to me that I might not have been clear about where I’m coming from: I write the majority of my tweets at a shabby-chic New York City coffeehouse with my diverse group of friends and we’re eventually going to pair off and have sex with each other. Sometimes we sing and dance, but usually we use forensics to solve rapes. My father is deeply racist but fiercely loyal- just don’t sit in his chair! My mother is Debbie Reynolds. Every week, one of us is eliminated, and the last one remaining will receive a one million dollar cash prize. We never miss Fourthmeal (tm), and when we hold our delicious, surprisingly-nutritious Taco Bell Crunchwraps, the logo faces the camera and is unobstructed.
Television development executives of America, do with this information what you will.
