How I think way too much, again
The last three weeks or so, I've gotten hooked on Hawthorne, a drama about a nurse and her coworkers and their Peyton Place of a hospital. I don't really like the main character (played by the Karate Kid's mother), and I don't think the series will reach the level of ER or St.Elsewhere, but it's a soapy little interlude on a Tuesday night.
The other night, one of the nurses befriended her patient, a teenage girl who revealed that she was gay. Whether it was appropriate or not, the nurse then revealed that she was gay (and it alluded that the patient cuts, too, for good measure). The girl's story was sadly much like mine-a massive crush in junior high school, which led to the entire school knowing that one of their own was a "lesbo" (her word, not mine). Back in the Pleistocene, there were no chatrooms or support threads since there was no "online". We had something called "peer support", but my peers were exactly who I didn't want to face. I suspected there wouldn't be any support for me, so I said nothing.
I was relieved that the writers didn't automatically make the most unattractive, unpersonable character the gay one, as usually happens, though there's still time and just such a character available. What will happen, I suspect, is that even if the gay nurse gets a love interest, there will be a couple of grandma-like pecks in the basement by the storage shelves, if anything. Right after the big revealing scene came the requisite heterosexual sex scene with romantic lights, pounding, sensual music, and skin. Most networks won't go there with a gay couple, male or female.
I don't know. Sometimes I think I prefer no gay characters to the feeling like the character is just there for titillation or a tossed bone to the "in" thing. I'm not entertainment.
The other night, one of the nurses befriended her patient, a teenage girl who revealed that she was gay. Whether it was appropriate or not, the nurse then revealed that she was gay (and it alluded that the patient cuts, too, for good measure). The girl's story was sadly much like mine-a massive crush in junior high school, which led to the entire school knowing that one of their own was a "lesbo" (her word, not mine). Back in the Pleistocene, there were no chatrooms or support threads since there was no "online". We had something called "peer support", but my peers were exactly who I didn't want to face. I suspected there wouldn't be any support for me, so I said nothing.
I was relieved that the writers didn't automatically make the most unattractive, unpersonable character the gay one, as usually happens, though there's still time and just such a character available. What will happen, I suspect, is that even if the gay nurse gets a love interest, there will be a couple of grandma-like pecks in the basement by the storage shelves, if anything. Right after the big revealing scene came the requisite heterosexual sex scene with romantic lights, pounding, sensual music, and skin. Most networks won't go there with a gay couple, male or female.
I don't know. Sometimes I think I prefer no gay characters to the feeling like the character is just there for titillation or a tossed bone to the "in" thing. I'm not entertainment.