(For those who don't know what "My So Called Life" is, it will be useful info for you to know that it was a semi-popular show from the 90's about teen life, centered around the main female character, that only had one season, but became popular via MTV after it was cancelled from network tv due to a horribly chosen time slot)
Have you ever gone back and watched one of your favorite shows from your teenage years after enough time has passed to put you in a different stage of life? Well, I guess growing up during the creation of Nick at Nite and the resurgence of classic tv has allowed everyone to get to experience this with something. I recently had my first, "Wow, it means something completely different to me now" moment.
This past New Year's Even my friend and I did our normal plans of gorging ourselves with food and beer in the comfort of one our homes while watching tv, but this year we had a My So Called Life marathon (yeah, yeah, my friend already called me dork, but let's remember that I embrace my inner-dork and willingly admit to being one. . . of course this claim of my dorkiness came in the same minute as him telling me his main concern about losing his hard drive is based heavily on all of the episodes of Battlestar Galactica that he would lose. Yeah, that's right, then he called me a dork!!!)
Anyhoo, not to make myself sound worse, but I used to have every episode on VHS, minus the one pivotal episode of the entire show (yes, that's right, the one where Rayanne slept with Jordan. . . Catalano), and each tape was set to our favorite episode on that particular tape. My friend and I would obviously watch these quite often, and each time, we always fast-forwarded the scenes that related only to the parental drama. They were boring, their drama was uninteresting and frankly, the mom was a bit much, and annoying. However, we were always very understanding of the horrific dramas that the teens went through and could relate to many of their experiences. . . although even we didn't understand some of the stupid things they did (okay Angela, we get that you're not ready to sleep with Jordan, but does that really mean that you have to break up????).
After not watching for several years (I recently got them on DVD, thanks again to our beloved blog creator that allows me to house them at my house so that she's forced to be social in order to watch them), we were super excited to start back from the beginning. When we did, something strange happened. We didn't fast-forward through the parental story lines. The mom wasn't as annoying (still annoying, just not as much and I even felt bad for the mom several times) and the parental story lines weren't as boring. The dad's potential affair, the mom's hurt and dismay at not knowing her daughter anymore, the crying apology to the mom after getting a dose of reality in her teenager world. . . it all had a different spin to it now. And the kids, of course we could still remember the things they went through and understand their reactions (to an extent), they seemed different, more absurd at times.
Then there were the other things that I noticed before, but it meant more now. Like when the girl bought a fake ID that said she was born yesterday. Irony received fully this time. I also noticed that no one had a clue what they were doing. Not just the kids, but the adults too. I guess as a kid I never noticed it because I didn't care about the parents enough to bother, but they were walking around in the dark just like the parents.
We watched these episodes with a small sense of awe at how different it seemed to us. Of course we still loved it, we just loved more of it now. Huh. . . I guess I am sort of growing up. . . but don't worry, not too much!!!
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