The truth is, the lives of these teens -- who live in a posh enclave of African-American professionals known as the "Black Beverly Hills" -- seem just as devoid of real meaning as those of their white counterparts over in ZIP code 90210. Not all of the attractive faces featured in this half-hour show are the children of doctors, lawyers, entertainers, and entrepreneurs. But an awful lot of them are, and their pampered lives smack of certain privileges. Garnette (a type-A teen queen with aspirations of becoming a CEO) casually drops hundreds of dollars with her girlfriends at exclusive boutiques, while Gerren (a simpering model whom Oprah dubbed "a mini-Naomi Campbell") uses her connections to score one-of-a-kind club gear that barely covers her, um, assets. Amid plot points that don't really go anywhere and banter that's so banal it's boring, Staci (a working-class girl who lives in a poorer neighborhood, keeps it real, and buys her clothes from the bargain rack) is a welcome breath of fresh air.
While there's nothing truly harmful about the show's messages, there's nothing truly worthwhile either. Maybe the point of Baldwin Hills is to reveal that wealthy African-American teens can be just as vapid as wealthy Caucasian teens -- and if so, the show's a smashing success. But if that's not the point ... then maybe it just doesn't have one.