Vulture took on the ambitious task of ranking all 27(!) seasons of "The Real World." I figured the year I stopped watching would mark when I officially became old, but flipping through them I realize I faded in and out for years -- skipping early-on Boston and Seattle -- but rebounding in time for hot-ass Danny in New Orleans. (Who didn't watch that one?) Although I haven't had a chance to thoroughly read this, I can already tell you for a fact that it is dead wrong about putting London at NUMBER 7! They acknowledge that it was panned at the time, but insist that in retrospect it is a "breath of fresh air." Um, no. Read HERE.
