Ok so I’ve been watching this popular show, teenage drama kind, too grossly formulaic to even use the name so I can type I Will Deny It In Public, and, though it’s been cliché out of the “cough cough” number of episodes, it hit the worst two teenage drama clichés for the hundredth time in a single episode.
True Love.
And
People always leave.
The true love one usually has some almost hip trusted adult give some “real world” yet decidedly upbeat pep talk that skirts sex altogether, and the people always leave has a peer or other major/minor character promising not too. Both of those clichés are bullshit.
Yes, I’m in a foul mood, but that’s not the sort of bullshit I mean. I do, by the way, have every right to be in a foul mood. My bullshit exclamation to something I won’t even name and still Deny In Public is sheer optimism and my own experience.
Number one. You can’t qualify love by it’s trueness. One could even argue the relativity of truth, but that’s a step above teenage drama and a few steps sophomoric for the likes of you and I who either had those discussions years ago or managed to live full lives without worrying our pretty heads about it or, you know, both. The thing is we need love, intimacy, affection and all the other things we mistake for love or, you know, the other way around. Sex has enough intimacy and affection to it where it’s not a bad substitute. I mean this paragraph isn’t going to have any answers (not the paragraphs fault, it’s a shortcoming of the author) just saying the question (ok, true love is more of a statement) is bullshit. How on earth are you going to figure out love at all if every time love hands you a coin you bite it to see if it’s made of gold? There are plenty of hard metals that are valuable. Just saying.
Everybody leaves. Well, yeah, if you stay standing still. They’re supposed too. Your dumb ass should get up and leave too. It’s also a cliché for a panacea of heartbreak. If the person had a parent die, it’s supposed to be all deep and jeer turking symbolic. Everybody leaves and Everybody dies, most people do both. If you’re taking it personal the problem is yours. You are supposed to leave. It’s a small world, but it’s a tiny world if you stay in the same few square miles.
Ok, if I bitch anymore I’ll betray what I’m watching. I liked Friday Night Lights. This thing is like that only delete all the actual real shit and replace it with dumb ass clichés and give it five more motherfucking seasons. Obviously everybody doesn’t leave. They’re watching Sum Bee Pill (see? You made me do it. I still won’t say it outright, but if you don’t know what that rhymes … then bless you child).
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