Who else watched My So-Called Life?
So, Vera came over tonight. We ate popcorn, and watched a couple of TV shows - The L Word, because I just have to make all of my friends watch it, and the first two episodes of My So-Called Life. And oh my.
I loved My So-Called Life. Not from the start, though - it took a while for me to get into it. The first time they showed it on TV in Iceland, I was in 7th grade. I was still just a little girl, who played with cars with her best friend when she came over, and biked around the neighbourhood with the boy from down the street. Occasionally, I would end up in a crazy game of truth or dare, or ABC, or a pretty innocent game of strip poker - but I hated it more than anything. I joked around with one of my guy friends that we were engaged - we even had rings and all, but when we somehow ended up standing next to eachother next to the monkey bars, everyone staring and expecting us to kiss, I could've died. And when my girl friends obsessed over Hugh Grant, or whoever else was cool at the time, I'd get kinda grossed out and wonder how they could honestly like anyone who had such a huge nose.
Things changed pretty quickly in just a year, though. When I was in 8th grade, they started showing reruns of My So-Called Life. And this time around I loved it. I don't know what happened - but I was a completely different girl than the one I'd been in 7th grade. I didn't have very many guy friends anymore. I had a couple of close girl friends, and we could spend *hours* gossiping about pretty much anything. And all of a sudden there were clothes to worry about - they may have been Adidas pants and hoodies, but they were in at the time and a very important thing to own, if you wanted to fit in - which of course, everyone did. So we all wore our Adidas' and stood around in the hallway of our new school, staring at the incredibly hot (or so I was told) boy from 9th grade. Who was oh-so-tall and dreamy. And we laughed. A lot. And were pretty much incredibly clique-y. We were by no means the most popular girls in school - actually, we were probably pretty much invisible, but we were a clique, nonetheless (Vera, you can back me up on this...).
So where was I? Oh, yeah. I was 13 - and all of a sudden I loved My So-Called Life. Watching it every week became like a ritual - I could never get enough. This was my first favorite TV show - I'd watched a couple of shows with my parents before (Cheers and Life Goes On, mostly) - but this was my show. It was about kids around my age. And there was Angela. She became my role model - wasn't it incredible how much she thought like me? Or probably any other teenage girl on the planet. Okay, so she may have been a little too angsty - but hey, I was a pretty angsty teenager, myself... at least on the inside (trust me, you don't want to read my old poems...). And I guess Angela/Claire Danes became my first celebrity crush - I just didn't realize it at the time. I wanted to be just like her. I wanted her crazy, red hair and I wanted her clothes (the closest I ever got to that was a plaid shirt I wore constantly for about a year). And I wanted her insane life. I guess at the time I didn't realize that my own life was close to being as insane as hers - when you're a teenager, it always is, right? Most of my friends just wanted Jordan (I never got that - he was just this pretty boy with no brains whatsoever), but I wanted Angela. I didn't know at the time - I thought I wanted to be her, but now I know that's not right. Either way - My So-Called Life was *the* TV show to watch, and if you didn't watch it, then you certainly weren't as cool as the rest of us.
Seriously. I know I look about 10, but I'm nearly 14 in that photo...
Now I want My So-Called Life icons!
I loved My So-Called Life. Not from the start, though - it took a while for me to get into it. The first time they showed it on TV in Iceland, I was in 7th grade. I was still just a little girl, who played with cars with her best friend when she came over, and biked around the neighbourhood with the boy from down the street. Occasionally, I would end up in a crazy game of truth or dare, or ABC, or a pretty innocent game of strip poker - but I hated it more than anything. I joked around with one of my guy friends that we were engaged - we even had rings and all, but when we somehow ended up standing next to eachother next to the monkey bars, everyone staring and expecting us to kiss, I could've died. And when my girl friends obsessed over Hugh Grant, or whoever else was cool at the time, I'd get kinda grossed out and wonder how they could honestly like anyone who had such a huge nose.
Things changed pretty quickly in just a year, though. When I was in 8th grade, they started showing reruns of My So-Called Life. And this time around I loved it. I don't know what happened - but I was a completely different girl than the one I'd been in 7th grade. I didn't have very many guy friends anymore. I had a couple of close girl friends, and we could spend *hours* gossiping about pretty much anything. And all of a sudden there were clothes to worry about - they may have been Adidas pants and hoodies, but they were in at the time and a very important thing to own, if you wanted to fit in - which of course, everyone did. So we all wore our Adidas' and stood around in the hallway of our new school, staring at the incredibly hot (or so I was told) boy from 9th grade. Who was oh-so-tall and dreamy. And we laughed. A lot. And were pretty much incredibly clique-y. We were by no means the most popular girls in school - actually, we were probably pretty much invisible, but we were a clique, nonetheless (Vera, you can back me up on this...).
So where was I? Oh, yeah. I was 13 - and all of a sudden I loved My So-Called Life. Watching it every week became like a ritual - I could never get enough. This was my first favorite TV show - I'd watched a couple of shows with my parents before (Cheers and Life Goes On, mostly) - but this was my show. It was about kids around my age. And there was Angela. She became my role model - wasn't it incredible how much she thought like me? Or probably any other teenage girl on the planet. Okay, so she may have been a little too angsty - but hey, I was a pretty angsty teenager, myself... at least on the inside (trust me, you don't want to read my old poems...). And I guess Angela/Claire Danes became my first celebrity crush - I just didn't realize it at the time. I wanted to be just like her. I wanted her crazy, red hair and I wanted her clothes (the closest I ever got to that was a plaid shirt I wore constantly for about a year). And I wanted her insane life. I guess at the time I didn't realize that my own life was close to being as insane as hers - when you're a teenager, it always is, right? Most of my friends just wanted Jordan (I never got that - he was just this pretty boy with no brains whatsoever), but I wanted Angela. I didn't know at the time - I thought I wanted to be her, but now I know that's not right. Either way - My So-Called Life was *the* TV show to watch, and if you didn't watch it, then you certainly weren't as cool as the rest of us.
Seriously. I know I look about 10, but I'm nearly 14 in that photo...
Now I want My So-Called Life icons!