Pam
breaks my heart. Sometimes, all she has to do is get a certain look on her face (usually over Jim) and I want to burst into sympathy tears. So, here's my girl, courage finally screwed to the sticking place, showing her art in public.
Let's be honest. By any standards, displaying your creativity in a public forum is terrifying. (She slit her wrists, put herself out there, and said, 'hey world, here's my blood. love me.') Virtually no one (where the hell were you Halpert?) from the office shows up to support her and she's standing there against a wall, ignored for the more vibrant, confident art around her (and isn't that the perfect Pam allegory right there??). Roy leaves and then she overhears Oscar and his boyfriend call her drawings "motel art."
Enter Michael. He genuinely likes her art, wants to buy the sketch of the Dunder Miflin office, and tells her he's proud of her. Without even knowing or trying, Michael is the man. My Pam's hero. It reminded me of the scene in Booze Cruise where Michael tells Jim to never give up on Pam. Just when I'm ready to write him off as too annoying for words (but hilariously funny), Michael turns human. Who ever would have believed it?
So, this post is dedicated to the random shining moments of non-idiocy that is, on occassion, Michael. You go boy.