I swore I’d never speak of The Bachelor(ette) again in writing, but I can’t resist. Someone drag my soapbox over here because I need to put all this poop in one generalized group and tell you what’s wrong with people in the dating pool.
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I remember watching My So-Called Life when it was originally on the air. I was very near the same age as the lead actress, Angela (Claire Danes), and while I didn’t quite share her dark approach on life, I could relate to feeling somewhat out of place in life, in an on-again, off-again relationship with my parents who “just didn’t understand” but were always there when I finally realized I needed them, and was trying to be deep, introspective, and most of all find myself. I remember being devastated when they took the show off the air, and feeling a lack of closure. And with the show back on Netflix, I get to relive that letdown all over again.
Some of my favorite quotes:
- “The worst feeling is suddenly realizing that you don’t measure up. And that, in the past, when you thought you did, you were a fool.” -Angela
- “Sometimes I think if my mother wasn’t so good at pretending to be happy she might be better at actually being happy.” -Angela (This one is so true. Not just for mothers. But for all of us. Especially now that we’re in actual adulthood, and watching everyone around us pretend to be happy.)
- “Sometimes someone says something really small and it just fits into this empty place in your heart.” -Angela (This one’s so lame I’m embarrassed to include it. But it’s so true.)
- “People are always saying you should be yourself, like yourself is this definite thing, like a toaster. Like you know what it is even. But every so often I’ll have, like, a moment, where just being myself in my life right where I am is, like, enough.” -Angela (I’m also embarrassed to admit I relate to this, even today. Sometimes we’re fifteen year old girls forever. Aren’t we?)
- “It’s like you have created your own prison and now you have to exist in it.” -Brian (Poor Brian. I forgot the first time around I thought he might kill himself, and all of that came back this time around. I hope he figured it out and married Danielle! OK, yes. I know they’re not real people.)
Then there is this episode that starts with Angela dancing around to Blister in the Sun. I don’t think I even knew what this song was when I saw this episode. I didn’t appreciate Violent Femmes until my junior year in high school. Anyway, she says something epic about having Jordan removed from her hear and she’s free. And she’s so happy. It doesn’t last long, of course, but I can relate to that now more than ever.
Anyway, my point isn’t any of this. My point, strangely, is wondering 1. why I can still relate to this fifteen year old girl, and why they canceled the series. And 2. if I would love the series as much if it were six or eight seasons long. I THINK I would. There are so many unanswered questions:
- What the hell is up with Rayanne? I know we got into it just a little bit, but we don’t REALLY know her,yet.
- Will Angela’s dad cheat, again?
- What’s up with Jordan? It seemed like they were hinting that he’s homeless, too, in that episode with Rickie living in that warehouse. Is he homeless? Why’s he illiterate?
- Life with Rickie and the teacher. I feel like this could have been a great storyline. The scene in one of the last episodes where he said, “Our place…. Er, Mr. <insert name>’s place.” You got a glimpse of his life getting better, but we didn’t even get to appreciate it.
- Would Brian actually kill himself? Try? Finally hit the breaking point and change for the better? Or worse?
- Would that stupid chick opening the restaurant with Angela’s dad ever learn to chew with her mouth shut?
So many unanswered questions. All killed by the end of the series. Rude.
I need closure!
Alright, I’ll preface this by saying I only watch The Bachelor in passing because my friends watch it and it’s fun to have something to talk about. I think the whole show is a hoax. And I’ve been slacking this season watching because everything Brad says seems scripted, and he’s an awful actor. However, I forced myself to hunker down for the last two episodes because I also am known to buy a gossip mag or two. So here we are, watching the After The Final Rose show. Which usually is the best part of the show anyway.
First of all Chantel (excuse me if I misspell anyone’s names)… Everyone’s giving her gruff for getting emotional even though she’s moved on and is happy. Here’s the problem, it’s embarrassing to get dumped on live TV. And more embarrassing to get played. She simply wanted Brad to tell her he had feelings for her. In a private setting, like most breakups, he would have. In this national audience setting where Brad seemed contractually bound to marrying the hell out of someone, he was smart enough to know he couldn’t do it. So he had to say he was falling for Emily the whole time, this sent her on an emotional, revisiting the humiliation tailspin, and when he called her out on crying, she cried more. I don’t think any of this is an abnormal reaction. No one likes to “not be good enough.”
But Emily. Oh, Emily. First of all, I think Brad’s a total tool. And how anyone fell for him is beyond me. Sorry, Brad. I mean, I’m sure you have good characteristics and traits, but this whole show was so forced. You didn’t seem genuine. And those girls had to feel that. But Emily… I agree they made her come across as boring. Because in our warped little world, boring equals nice. And they wanted her to be the nice girl, while Chantel was the “wild” girl. It was like Vienna and Tinley from last season, only the bachelor picked “the other one” this time around.
But I think I’m the only American who didn’t care for Emily. Not that I think she’s an awful person or anything like that. I think both are probably nice people. But I DO NOT see them as a fit. Emily clearly doesn’t trust Brad. And SHE needs to get counseling (if she’s not already) to deal with her grief. I think she’s done what’s common when someone dies, and building them up to be someone they weren’t. It’s common when someone dies to remember all the good things and forget all the bad, all the struggles, all the heartache. No relationship is perfect. And I think it’s a natural part of grief to put that loved one on a pedestal. But in this case, it’s keeping her from letting anyone else in. Which is also OK in this case, because I don’t think Brad’s right for her anyway. If she’s questioning this already, she should cut ties and move on.
And the whole bring in the crew to salvage hope thing? Hilarious. VERY cult-like. I’ve read that ABC practically owns everyone who’s on their shows. And if they want to keep getting the job, H or B, under the table (or out in the open, I guess) they have to do what ABC wants them to do. I respect that, too.
But what the rest of the world should realize is you can’t really save a relationship by sheer will. And no one’s a failure for realizing that outside of the picturesque dates where ANYONE would think they’re in love, it’s not what they thought it would be. It’s like they were on a huge honeymoon during those giddy first stages of meeting someone. Eventually it comes crashing down. And the crash is that much harder when 1. you were so high to begin with 2. you can’t see each other in person 3. all of your baggage comes out at once, and the whole world is watching, expecting.
Overall, if Emily said, “I love you” in that condescending way one more time, I was going to reach through the screen and physically remover her from the couch. She’s obviously having a hard time getting over the “reality” of reality TV. And who she’s becoming because of the hurt of that realization isn’t good.
That, coupled with their “anger issues” and having a child in the mix is scary. Well, that and Chris Harrison is a tool, too.
Sammi’s still a bitch. Ronnie’s still a fake-ass punk. The Situation, Pauly and Vinny are still hilarious. Snooki’s still drunk. Jenny’s still angry. And there’s a new girl. Who isn’t afraid to tell Sammi she’s a bitch. Which, in my opinion, is exactly what we need!
Sammi. Is. Awful.
And she’s the reason women are stereotyped as crazy. Listen, boys, she’s irrational, delusional and selfish. Most girls are not this way. She needs a good punch in her face.
In related news, I cannot wait for the grenade whistle!
I finished season one of Friday Night Lights last night. Best 22 episodes of TV I’ve probably ever watched. I freaking love this show. I’ve decided I have to take a hiatus or I’ll never accomplish anything. I give the show five out of five stars. Freaking amazing. If you grew up in a small town where football was king or just like competitive sports-related shows with lots of dramatic angles, this show’s for you.
I grew up in a small town where football was king. Life revolved around Friday nights. Football players were the kings of the school. And the town. Well, several towns because my high school was a conglomeration of four grade schools. When I was in high school I never really thought it strange that so many adults were at the games. I always assumed the adults were family members of players. Parents, siblings, maybe aunts and uncles. It wasn’t until long after high school that I realized the towns lived and died by football. Pretty intense.
Anyway, I’d heard of Friday Night Lights, but never watched it. Several people told me I’d like it, but if I remember right when it first started airing it was on Friday nights. Kind of a bad time slot if it’s during football season, right? But it was a bad time slot for me because I’m generally doing stuff other than watching TV on Fridays.
It still blows my mind that people are so intense on high school football. A bunch of teenagers are making or breaking their day or week? They made or broke my day or week when I was in high school but as soon as I got out I realized how much pressure there must have been. Both on the kids and the coaches. I turned the same corner with college basketball once I graduated from college. I realized grown adults all over the country were staking their happiness on a bunch of 18-22 year olds. And at the end of the day were feeling these intense emotions of anger, hate, disappointment. Are they getting paid (with scholarships and whatever other under the rug things are happening)? Sure. But, dang. Intense.
Anyway, despite all of this, I’ve watched the first two episodes of the first season of Friday Night Lights. Halfway through the first episode I knew I was hooked. And I. Freaking. Love. This. SHOW!
And to make it better, I watch it streaming on Netflix, through my Wii. I didn’t even know this option existed. But now that I have Netflix, I may never leave my house again. Well, except on Fridays. Because a girl still has to have standards.