Clothes, Hair and Cheesy TV

Disclaimer:  I wrote this last night and didn't get to post it.

Spin class was just brutal tonight.  Getting through it was probably the most difficult thing I did all day, and that says a lot considering the fact that I teach 7^th graders.  So, when I got home I’d have to say that I was not in the happiest of moods.  (I like to leave the gym feeling like I rocked my workout, not like my workout rocked me.)

As I sat at my kitchen table, eating some delicious soup that I made myself (HUGE accomplishment), I tried to think of the little things that happened during my day that made me happy.  First thought: wearing my favorite pink sweater.  Nope, it had a hole in it when I put it on.  Next thought: data team meeting.  Ummm… Love the ladies, not the data.  Third: administering our December District Assessment.  Seriously?  Last thought: first dinner theater rehearsal.  Don’t get me wrong; I heart dinner theater rehearsals, just not the first one.  There’s way too much paper work to get through. 

Little things that make me happy, little things that make me happy – And then the little holiday bell went off in my head.  Granted, this has nothing to do with the holidays, but… Tis the season for bells!  Right?

I LOVE TV dramas. I especially like ones filled with beautiful young people who say witty things and find themselves in predicaments that I truly doubt could occur in real life, though I guess one never really knows for sure.  Tonight’s guilty pleasure: Gossip Girl.  I know, absolutely ridiculous.  You and my husband can agree on that.

I guess it started in the late 80s with Saved by the Bell and Full House.  After school or at night, I could sit down and get lost in some crazy story told by people with perfect hair and trendy clothes.  My brother and I would sit in front of the TV and laugh at Screeh and Uncle Joey.  I would oogle at Tiffani Amber Thiessen’s hair and clothes.

I guess you might say it only got worse from there.  I would beg to differ.  It only got better. Boy Meets World faded into My So Called Life.  I wanted Claire Dane’s dyed red hair, though it didn’t look quite the same on my dark brown hair.  That’s when things got really dramatic.  That’s when I just HAD to see my shows. 

Gilmore Girls, Dawson’s Creek, Felicity – They got me through high school.  Loreli was the perfect mother, Dawson was the sweetest neighbor and Felicity got to live in New York City.  And, oh, the clothes!  Rory, Joey Potter, and Felicity (I know, I said that name already) – I loved their hair and their outfits.  I mean, for crying out loud, why couldn’t I have curly hair like Kerry Russell? 

 

But, much to my husband’s dismay, it didn’t stop there.  Next came Gossip Girl, Pretty Little Liars, and 90210.  My clothing purchases went through the roof.  I wanted to dress like I lived on the Upper West Side.  If I couldn’t live there, I could at least look I did. 

And yet, I’m not done.  Finally there was Glee, which my husband harassed me about mercilessly.  This continued, that is, until he watched it.  He may never get the clothing thing, but at least he knows how I can get caught up in the stories.