So, the reunion show was on last night. It was on back when I was in junior high and high school. I think I only watched the first year or two and then the last episode.
But it weirdly made me nostalgic for high school, which I thoroughly loathed. Don’t get me wrong, the kids weren’t all that bad, but I was too loud, too fat, too socially awkward, and had a self-defensive sarcastic streak guaranteed to make anyone in a forty mile radius dislike me. Actively. Topping all that off, family life was–I’ll be kind here–”turbulent.” It’s not a time I remember with much fondness, and I’m sure a lot of people can relate. Someone told me that high school was supposed to be the best years of my life. Thank gawd they were oh so wrong. Pretty much every moment since has been better. And how sad would it be if the best life had to offer was over at 18? If you die at 90, that’s a loooong downhill slide into suckfestage. Ouch.
But, seriously? Bad poetry and now nostalgia for a time I’d rather forget. Yep, I’ve officially gone bat-shit crazy.
My reaction?
Friending all the people I went to high school with on Facebook. Well, those that I could find. (I also grabbed a bunch from grad school and college, so it’s not all self-destructive friending) Maybe it was that my ten year reunion is coming up sooner than I would like. How is it that a decade has passed? How is it that only ten years have passed?
I suddenly have a desire to write a high school reunion hook up romance novel. Oh, crap…that’s like the first step down a slippery slope to Greek and sheik baby daddy stories! Mad Madam M would never let me live it down. Ever.
But I digress…back to the show!
Overall review? Bad acting, odd storyline, less-cute cast. Bad acting. Poorly constructed, completely outlandish teen angst plot devices. So, basically, par for the 90210 course. Ten years later, but still not awesome.
Fave line?
Kelly-of-old-90210: “How did you get started teaching?”
Lame-male-school-teacher: “For the chicks.”
I might even watch next week.
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