It’s a little after eight in the morning, I’m watching an episode of My So-Called Life, and feeling a tad delirious. I have been up since four-thirty in the morning and have yet to be able to fall back asleep. I had some strange dreams last night, tossed and turned, and finally just gave up around four-forty-five.

Now, I’m sure I’m going to get crucified for what I am about to say but… I’m really not all that impressed with this show… never have been. For a lot of people I know (see: pretty much everyone), this show benchmarked their adolescence… but while I grew up along side of them… it definitely didn’t benchmark mine. Angela is just so… annoying. And maybe when I was younger (and now that I’m older as well) I couldn’t get past that suburban, upper middle class life that she has in the show, that she like, ’so totally loathed’. The show doesn’t piss me off because it stamped it’s short-lived way into the hearts of many people for a few worthy reasons, but I just can’t care much for Angela or whatever woes she feels the need to cry about. If you were to remove the entire idea that it’s just a TV show from the picture, and meet Angela on the street, would you really sympathize with her? At the end of the day she has a great dad and a devoted, if not slightly controlling mother to help her through whatever comes her way. And whose mother isn’t a little batty anyway?

Ricky and Rayanne, however, are more like people I knew when I was growing up. Maybe a small part of me just can’t feel sympathy for people that aren’t as fucked up as the friends I had growing up or even as I am/was. Sounds shitty? Maybe. Both characters came from torn up homes, little to no money, etc. Each of them come off with a sense of humor about themselves, be it self-deprecating or not, and seemingly lived their lives because they were alive.

Other than that, I don’t have any kudos to pass out for the show. It’s possible that my probability of getting assassinated by someone still clad in flannel just expanded a marginal distance, but what am I going to do? I’ll blame it on the lack of sleep for now, but I’m pretty sure I’d feel this way if I were fully rested anyway. In this particular episode, Angela’s all broken up that she A) wasn’t on a poll that totally objectifies the girls in the sophomore class and B) has one zit.

I mean, really?

I might have just been born an asshole… but for the last thirty seconds of watching I’ve just wanted to closeline her.