The world has changed in more ways than one. Now vampires are the new cake. Get them on prescription if you know the right Dr. Roberts. Harmony stumbles into the picture like an airbrushed, pumped up Buffy. Blonder hair, bluer eyes, smoother skin and superstrength with a buzz. Can you even get high off a Slayer?
Meanwhile, on the other side of the tracks a girl is called. She wants to do the right thing but doesn’t buy the message Buffy pushes. It was a bad time to call. Buffy’s been going it alone herself lately and is currently distracted from the big picture by the effort of not telling Willow and trying to help Dawn.
The rest is tragedy. La Cuchilla meets the vampire crack issue head on, she isn’t fooled like the other kids hoping to get lucky. She tries to protect them by taking out the pusher but gets unlucky and all her sacrifice saves is ratings.
Check out the bright young things at MTV, all with their neck bandages. They probably think Nazis were evil for having bad hair. Hollywood takes the side of the blue-eyed blonde sucking the lifeblood from another disposable Latina. This offering will do nothing to cheer those tired of “too black to live” syndrome although next month’s promises Kennedy and Satsu in compensation. But the failure to connect with Soledad seemed to come not so much from race but its intersection with class and brings home how narrowly focused Buffy’s connection to humanity has always been. At least it’s becoming an issue now.