Well, “Lor” and Christopher are finally finished. I have to give credit to the writers for the scene with Lorelai at Chin Chin’s funeral (poor Chin Chin! Poor Michel!), because that worked, I thought. Also, whilst I wasn’t too keen on the whole “I need you to know that - you’re - you’re the man I want to want” thing, I loved the bit where Chris said: “I’ve been asking you to marry me for twenty years. We’re finally married, and I still feel like I’m asking.” You could write a book of quotes that just sum up Chris entirely. For instance, “Every time you come back, Mom’s crying and you’re not being there.”
If only I could sum up what I wanted to say like that. Woe is me.
So, in other news, I have been thinking about those moments in life that when you later turn into a super-villain, people look back and pinpoint it on that moment in fifth grade when you got pushed down the stairs by the most popular person in school, or something like that. Those moments that build up such a resentment inside of you that you feel like throwing trains around. That make you so frustrated you get thrown out of anger management classes for being too angry, like Jade Goody. When you feel humiliated, and small, and like listening to Pink (I’m a hazard to myself…etc.).
Then I was thinking about Disney Princesses (as you do) and how when you’re little adults are always trying to shove them into your face as being perfect, and wouldn’t you love hair that shiny, or to be able to dance like that, or to be able to sing so prettily. And they are perfect. But as you grow up you realise that you are never going to be perfect, which is a bit depressing to say the least. This is where Nickelodeon comes in (for me at least).
Every single half-hour slot on that channel is filled with a tween/teenager who does something stupid, gets into a ridiculous situation, and then has to get themselves out of it. For example:”Oh no! I turned my boyfriend into a frog / lost my job / ran my hand through a random boy’s hair / dropped spaghetti over someone who wanted to promote my father / accidentally flew my sister out to Hollywood! Bummer!” But then we learn an important lesson, and everything is fine. Instead of the Disney perspective where there is a villain who is out to get you, despite your perfection, generally the problems are caused by the person themself.
Which is much more realistic. I mean, how many of us are lucky enough to be born with our own mortal enemies? Very few. The rest of us have to work for them. By, say, having a bag that is too large, or getting slightly too excited when the school bus comes around the corner in the mornings. Or singing all of the time, because that’s the way I was brought up, dammit!
So as the friendly, cheesy, predictable magic teacher on Sabrina showed, you don’t blame babies for falling over when they’re learning to walk. And all of us teenage witches should be allowed to make mistakes too.
Oh, and I updated my Virtual Gilmores, if you’re interested.
