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Thursday, February 12, 2004 

You just can't say that about Jordan Catalano!

I have uncovered the evil lurking in the internet. There are people out there who can post anything (well, including me, I suppose). An evil, evil woman on MSN posted the following in an article titled "TV's best and worst boyfriends":

"Worst Idea: Jordan Catalano, played by Jared Leto, “My So-Called Life”
Lost Me At: “Just a girl.” (said with a shrug)
No one could have faulted young Angela Chase for pining for the emotionally unavailable Jordan, nor could she be blamed for dreaming that something lurked behind the blank expressions. It probably did.
In the long run, though, ... what is romantic at 15 or 16 has as much to do with what you are trying to prove as it does with what’s going to make you happy. Jordan’s claustrophobic reaction to his own feelings quickly wore thin. His heart never seemed to be in his periodic experiments with hand-holding and other good boyfriend rituals. And — well, he was in a band, and being in a band, like falling down during your double-axel, results in a mandatory deduction."

Does she know NOTHING about my adolescence? 1st, Jordan Catalano is a God. He is so Godlike that you cannot just call him Jordan, you must call him Jordan Catalano. I knew one of these boys. Despite the fact that we were pretty good friends and that he came up with some of the stupidest nicknames ever for me (yes, someone once really called me Kare Package and had his entire fraternity do the same), I still (just over 10 years later) refer to him by his full name. I sometimes even throw in his middle name for good measure.

And, yes, of COURSE Jordan's in a band. All the good ones (dark, mysterious, oddly goofy for someone who's supposed to be so dark and mysterious) are. And she missed out on Jordan's finer points -- the learning disability that no one understood, the emotion he had for his car -- all the important things. Yes, that thing about the car was supposed to sound pathetic. But I really loved Jordan. Instead of understanding him as the dark, mysterious but amazingly good kisser Angela knew him to be, this idiot woman puts him in with Frasier Crane (for being an insufferable windbag) and Dawson Leery (for being a controlling stalker).

I can agree with those -- Frasier is annoying, and I was always a Pacey Witter fan. But this woman has ruined the day of the 14 year old girl who lives inside me. Next thing you know, she'll tell me that Gilmore Girls is unrealistic.

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