I am having a TV experience. I am watching My So-Called Life on DVD. I never saw this show, because it was on in 1994-95, and I didn't watch TV in the 90s.* But R watched the show, and was hooked, like so many people - and so she recently ordered the DVD of its single season. She watched and then passed it on to me. I am utterly hooked. I love it. R called tonight in the middle of one of the episodes I was watching. I was weeping a bit. I told her that for some reason, the show gets me on an emotional level. It really does. She said, "I kinda suspected you would identify with it." Damn me, do I ever. Probably more than any TV show I've ever seen. I know I'm, oh, fourteen years behind the hype here - and almost twenty years beyond the age the show is depicting - but wow.
And...back I go for another episode. It's terrible - I haven't touched my research all week. It's a damn good thing I'm almost done with the season, that's for sure.
*It's true - I'm not being cavalier. There are reasons for this - and they don't involve me taking an obnoxious moral stance against mass culture.