Dec 03 2007
It just seems like, you agree to have a certain personality or something. For no reason. Just to make things easier for everyone. But when you think about it, I mean, how do you know it’s even you?
EDITED to add, OMG!!! WTF! I totally forgot all about the Late Late Toy Show. Jayzis!!! I’m distraught at missing it. Distraught!
9.45 - Pat has just kicked a lifelike baby doll up the hole to the plaintive cry of a little girl who pleaded “don’t kick the baby�.
I watched two episodes of My So-Called Life over the weekend. Initial thought[1] ; OMG! Look at the clothes! And where are all the tanned people? Seriously it could be a British or Irish show everyone is so pale.
But it is good stuff.
I love how Angela is in some ways a cow. She does just dump her best friend for no reason; but at the same time she is right to dump her. The whole getting to know who you are angst is wonderful. Of course my enjoyment is made more by the fact that I know that no one ever really knows who they are, and that society is us all being different people depending on the situations we are in. That whole masks we wear cliché.
Teen angst. You just gotta love it. Unless you are on the receiving end of course.
And I love the fact that Angela’s parents are real people; especially Angela’s mother. I didn’t remember that. Her stressing over the fact that she thinks Angela loves her dad more. Her annoyance at always having to be the bad guy. Great stuff.
- I may post a recap at some stage ↩
