When I think of Spring Break, suntans, piña coladas and MTV pop into my mind. However, this year was a little bit different, and not because Mexico is swarming with kidnappers and armed drug-dealers. I spent my spring break at home in Orange County, California — a place that used to look a lot like Spring Break year round, or that was the perception anyway. Unfortunately, the OC has not one, but several “reality” TV shows that seek to expose the so-called fabulous, carefree lives spent day in and day out in the surf and the sun. When I came home last week though, something felt different.