Thanks to the writers’ strike, my usually unmanageable televisionschedule has been depleted to emergency reserves. I now portion out myremaining shows little by little. But it couldn’t last. Soon the last filmedepisode of 30 Rockaired and I was down to my emergency rations. It was time for some drastic measures.
Istarted supplementing my television diet with old episodes of pastfavorites, and new-to-me episodes of shows I had never bothered withbefore but now had plenty of time to watch.
Where Battlestar Galactica once sat in my schedule, I subbed in another Ronald D. Moore show and old favorite, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. Where Grey’s Anatomyusually dominated, in went a show a friend kept recommending to me and Ikept avoiding because there was a distinct lack of ‘splosions or blood(one of two criteria that any show I watch needs to meet): Gossip Girl.
And then something terrible happened.
I began to like Gossip Girl. I was becoming genuinely investedin it — and not just for the disturbingly attractive cast. I was getting genuinely worried whether or notVanessa was going to come in between Serena and Dan; whether Nate (Chace Crawford, pictured) andhis excellent hair were ever going to find out about Blair and Chuck;if Jenny was going to lose her soul trying to be accepted by the ‘in’crowd.
And to make matters worse, my beloved Deep Space Nine couldn’t fill Battlestar Galactica‘s polished shoes. Sure, I could see the underlying themes inDS9 that would Moore would attempt to later fully grapple with in Battlestar Galactica, but what once delighted my 13-year-old self could barely hold a candle to what I was enjoying now.
So I ask you, PopWatchers, are any of youexperiencing the same thing? Anyone else discover that your oldclassics aren’t living up to your memory of them, and shows thatyou had once avoided like the plague are turning out to be… not thatbad? Good, even? Tell me, make me feel less alone in my shame. Or myadmiration of Nate Archibald’s spectacular hair.