heroines of my dreams
Me: Undergrad with BA in Sociology and Creative Writing. Midwestern urban gal. Animal lover; fond of both dogs and cats. Writer, reader, artist experimenting in a variety of forms. Self-admitted resident of fandom and fanfiction addict. G33k and G4m3r girl.
Currently: Grad student at UMN-Twin Cities, first apartment in Minneapolis, and pursuing MA in adult education with a focus on English language learners.
See my arts/creative journal at Enchanting Muse.
In the last five days I’ve given my mom plenty of dirty looks and muttered things like, “Damn it, Mom!” All because of a little thing called Desperate Housewives.
Crap.
When I first heard about the show, it was probably in its first or early seasons when I belatedly joined The Sentinel fandom. If you don’t know the connection, it’s Richard Burgi (Jim Ellison in TS and Carl, Susan’s ex-husband in DHw). Still, never heard something that indicated the show would appeal to me.
So when last month after I’d been home a while and found my mom turning DHw on to catch up on shows we don’t watch together, I was like, “what the heck?” I rolled my eyes and laughed a little. This happened again and again in the following weeks as she got two episodes each Saturday. I focused on my computer, sometimes even plugging in my headphones and completely tuning it out.
I was disgusted by what I saw of Eddie, leery of Gabby, weirded out by Bree and Susan, and mildly amused and interested in Lynette (another familiar face - Dana from Aaron Sorkins’ amazing Sports Night). And then as I got up to prepare dinner one night I caught a sidelong look at a new guy and heard what seemed like a familiar voice… I stepped back to stare at the TV and yup, there was Nathan Fillion. I did a literal facepalm and groaned. I think I knew then I was doomed. I’d at least have to pause and take a look every once and a while, right? And then I went ahead and responded to my mom’s rather regretful sigh of “I wish I had more episodes during the week.” I sought out Lifetime (ugh, women’s channels are so weird and mostly insulting, imo) to start recording. Two episodes a day, five times a week. Yeah, our DVR is filling up.
So the newer season my mom was watching is the one I’m really caught up in and is the one with Nathan Fillion. But the older season on Lifetime has Richard Burgi (his character’s a real jackass) and there’s the beginning of all these secrets and there’s murder and weird family connections… Until yesterday, I figured I was only hooked on the newer season. I’m embarrassed to say I’m really craving the next episode because the last one we watched (tornado hit) kind of worked me up. But yesterday I got hooked on the older season, too, and I couldn’t pull myself away.
So, I have to step up. *dead breath* I have been caught by Desperate Housewives. I solemnly swear it is not, and won’t turn into, an obsession. (butmaybeitiskindofanaddictioncrap*facepalm*)
