from my state – literally and figuratively – and other places. i'm not in florida any more, but i haven't given up the sunshine.

11.28.2005

confessions of a crazed (and somewhat embarrassed) devotee

it’s happening. again. i am completely sucked into a life that is not only NOT my own – it doesn’t even really exist. now, before anyone gets out the white jacket: no, i’m not (entirely) delusional.

having missed the season when it actually aired, linds and i are in the midst of the L word: season 2 on dvd. i suppose it’s fortunate we’ve gotten just one dvd at a time and there are just four episodes per disc …

last night i found myself TaLkiNg to the screen as shane – in a moment if uncharacteristic lack of control - blamed carmen for her black eye. i verbally professed disgust at the jenny/carmen and tina/helena coupling. and at the end episode 8, when the girls all surprise bette with family night, we just sat silently on the couch with little lumps in our throats. once the hypnosis was broken we just looked at each other and laughed. it is sad, but we actually get sucked into thinking these women are our friends.

was it like this for those people who religiously watched friends? i’ve always stared in disgust at the people who spend their lunch hours talking about last night’s friends episodes as thought they were discussing their best friends’ latest escapade. or talk about rachel and joey over cocktails.

now i’m one of them. and before anyone goes casting stones – consider whether you knew exactly who i was talking about in paragraph three.

4 Comments:

Blogger Amanda said...

i would never cast those stones. i get completely physically affected by that show, moreso than anything i've ever watched. i think it has something to do with watching our lives (although quite dramatized and glamorized) play out on screen for the first time EVER.

11/28/2005 02:15:00 PM

 
Blogger Trista said...

Yeah, me too. The end of season one had me shaken and upset for days! I couldn't talk to Kristin for the rest of the night after watching that final scene.

This time some friends of ours signed up for Showtime and we watched it as it ran over potluck dishes and wine. Totally helped with the obsession thang. Instead of talking to the tv I could pretend to be talking to one of the other friends watching the TV and no one was the wiser.

Helena... blech. That's all I can say. I can't remember, have you gotten to the part when she decorates a nursery? Talk about creepy, psycho, control-freaky behavior!

11/28/2005 02:22:00 PM

 
Blogger Dirty Pop said...

betsy. thank you for pulling me under the bus with you. is nothing sacred anymore? FYI, Disc 3 is on it's way :)

11/29/2005 10:26:00 AM

 
Anonymous ilisa said...

I'm glad you're addicted, too -- now we can have L Word parties when the new season starts!!

12/01/2005 08:16:00 PM

 

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