Tag: sitcom

Is This Love?- “New Girl” Revelations

I have always wondered how it could be possible to be in love with more than one person.  But now, NOW…I know.

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I have very recently started binge-watching “New Girl” (thanks to my glorious boyfriend, Netflix) and I have without warning fallen in love with Schmidt, Nick, Winston, AND Coach.  That’s not even a triangle anymore.  That’s a pentagon.

I am in a love pentagon.

Does it count as a love-agon if none of them love me back?  (And the only reason that they don’t love me back is that they haven’t met me.  I mean, come on now, who wouldn’t love me?)

Sorry, guys.  I threw $5 in the Douchebag Jar for that last sentence.

Moving along…

My obsession with New Girl has taught me a lot about myself.

#1: I fall in love with tropes- quite easily and quite shamefully.  

These characters have moments of tenderness and genuine humanity but most often they are caricatures of real people.  Schmidt is the insecure romantic hiding it with an obnoxious level of bravado and machismo; Nick is the clueless, curmudgeon who will never live up to his potential, Winston is the handsome guy who you wouldn’t expect to be as doofy or lacking in game as he actually is, and Coach…well Coach is kind of a lot like Winston if Winston were Damon Wayans.  Oh…wait.

But I don’t care, dammit!  I love them and their tropey tropeness because real men with real problems and real feelings are just too damn complicated.  Which leads me to my next lesson.

# 2: I love falling in love with fictional characters because they will NEVER break my heart.

Real love is scary.  Storybook characters, television characters, and movie characters will never leave me.  Even when their storyline ends…I can just go back and re-read or re-watch.  Not one of them will use me, laugh at me, or leave me.

They are perfection.

#3: I admire bad ass bitches with a heart of gold moreso than the overtly sweet, bubble gum good girls.

That’s code for I like CeCe better than Jess.  (Jess is the tropiest of tropey tropes in a negative way.  ::Insert Manic Pixie Dreamgirl here::  She plays the wounded baby bird too often.  GET A HOLD OF YOUR LIFE, GIRL).

Disclaimer- I still really like Zooey Deschanel.

1x05-CeCe-Crashes-new-girl-26696543-1280-720The truth of it is that I can relate more to CeCe (minus the part about being a drop dead gorgeous and gainfully employed model) but…I just get her.  She’s not as tough as she likes to act.  She is a romantic at heart but sees her emotions as a weakness and does everything in her power to deflect attention from her true feelings.

I get you, girl.  I. Get. You.

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If you forced me to choose just one of these beautiful characters to love (by holding my chocolate stash hostage or something equally as traumatizing) I would have to choose CeCe.  I can only hope to be half as cool as CeCe one day.

Oh, was I supposed to choose a guy?  Fine.  Schmidt.  My guy will always be Schmidt- the successful and secretly insecure romantic hiding beneath an idiotic bravado.

Clearly, I have great taste in men.

So…who wants to play “True American”?

Life is a Sitcom

     “My life has a superb cast, but I can’t figure out the plot.”  I came across this quote on facebook, where else?  (Thank you to the dear friend who posted this quote.  It gave me something to write about!)  I then googled to find this adorable picture so that I could give you some decor in this blog.  In all seriousness, is there anyone who can’t relate to this quote?  If you can’t, you’ve obviously come from another planet.

Indeed I do have a superb cast in my life.  I’ve got the quirky side-kicks, the arch-enemies (those guys–not so superb), the love interest, and some comic relief; all the makings of a fantastic movie.  Unfortunately, if this were a real movie the damn thing would never get made because the plot is all over the place, inconsistent and hard to follow.  I might be able to let it pass for a 90’s sitcom.

Why is it so hard to accept that not knowing the plot is a blessing?  Because it makes shit difficult!  That’s why!  As exhilerating as surprises are, comfort comes with security and knowing that everything will be okay.  We can promise ourselves blindly that everything will be okay, and I firmly believe that in the end it will, but what about all that’s in between?  How difficult will it get?  How much suffering must I or you do before it’s “okay”?  When is the episode where I lose my job coming?  (Oh wait, I’ve gotten that out of the way already. Fingers crossed that that particular episode won’t go into syndication)  In what season will I get my dream job?  And how will my series finale play out?  What do I do with all of these questions?!

The reality is that people want to know what’s coming.  Perhaps not the immediate future, but we all look for that validation that in the end, we will have what we’ve always wanted.  In the end, it will all work out.  We neglect to see that what we really want may change as time moves forward and things that we never expected to happen change the way we look at things.  I am terrified that my future will not be what I hoped for.  But in the end, I am the driving force behind the way my life turns out.  There is no one to blame but myself if I end my life as a cranky old coot blaming my kids for the misfortune I’d experienced.  So for now, I choose to write my sitcom day by day.  I can’t possibly plan my future.  There’s no fun in that.

And here’s a secret- I’m pretty sure that most sitcom writers have no idea what their next move is either.  I mean, have you seen some of the plot lines out there today??