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Monday, April 17, 2006
Hey. When I rationalize, I go all out.

I have pinpointed the source of my love-- okay, fine, obsession, whatev-- with Veronica Mars.

However, allow me to back it on up a bit.

Okay. You know how there is this running joke on television and in movies that getting married means you will only have sex with one person-- the same person-- for the rest of your life? And the prospective bride or groom is all like, "I know, right?! Aww! Special!" then "Wait..." and all the single, unattached viewers laugh at the silly, silly person who didn't think about that before agreeing to hitch him or herself to someone until death do they part, nanny nanny boo boo? And all the married couples go, "Hey! I resemble that remark!"-- then catch a glimpse of hubby picking at his belly-button lint, or the missus waxing her upper lip, or back, or toes, or whatever, and they are all, "Ooooooh... Right." Because ew?

And then this show comes along and the chemistry between the two leads is spectacularly squee-worthy. (What? What's squeeworthy? You know, like "OMG! Logan just touched Veronica's shoulder! SQUEEEEEEEEE!" See? Squeeworthy. Note it.) Honestly, when Logan and Veronica are in a scene together, I just can't take my eyes off them. I am riveted and everything else evaporates. Because with them, it is all about the moment.

Then it hits me. Some of the most memorable moments in my life are those moments. Those romantic, sexy moments. I'm a sap, okay? A sucker, a romantic, a nostalgic, sentimental fool. I cry during credit card commercials, all right? And yes, Kleenex commercials, too! GOSH. (But in my defense, "Kleenex says... 'bless yooooouuuu'..."is advertising gold.) And as a (happily) married woman, there are obviously a few of these moments that I will never experience again.

For instance, aaaaaw... remember your first kiss with that special someone? No, even better, do you remember when you first realized that you wanted that first kiss? And whenever you were in the same vicinity as the boy (or girl) you were crushing on, your naughty bits would tingle, and your heart would be thumping like a jackrabbit hopped up on goofballs, and you would have that heart-stopping, yet exhilarating falling sensation in your tummy, and your palms would sweat like crazy, and you would giggle nervously and totally trip over your best friends ESPRIT bag and crash to the floor like a sack of bricks, then immediately jump back up, all, "Ta-daaaaaaa....?"

Remember? Do you?

*sigh*

The first crush. The first kiss. The first luuuuuuv. I've had 'em all. But as I get older, the firsts get harder to find. And I'm not saying that this is a bad thing, oh no, no, no. I SO do not want to go back, not at all. I have made peace with where I have been and where I am going, thank you very much. It's just that sometimes the knowledge that the moments are gone, never to be captured again... well, it makes me sad. Again with the nostalgia. I don't know if that makes me a bad person or not, but it's true. Honestly, I absolutely love sharing my life with TGIM, but it's still there in my heart. That yearning. Yearning for just one more romantic first moment.

That's where my obsession comes in. Ha! You thought I forgot, didn't you?! Admit it! You totally did! But I didn't! Hoo!

What?

Just kidding. Besides the obvious character flaw of wanting everything I cannot have, I love watching Veronica Mars. Seriously. LOVE. I mean, naturally it's a stellar show in its own right-- snappy dialogue, witty quips, engaging mysteries, a kickass soundtrack-- but the thing is, it has two of the most charismatic, undeniably sexy lead characters I have ever seen. And it's not as if Veronica and Logan are even conventionally hot, because they really are not.

(ASIDE: In point of fact, Jason Dohring-- the actor who plays Logan-- was passed up for the original lead role because according to UPN, he "wasn't pretty enough." Ironically, he went on to steal the show; Logan evolved into the new lead, and has outlasted the Pretty Boy actor hired instead of him. Take that, UPN!)

Nevertheless, they just... burn. And as I watch these two experiencing some of their own first moments, I can almost FEEL it. They have this amazing chemistry that is, I think, rare between two actors, and sparks burst out of my television at me, and my temperature rises a few degrees just watching them dance together, just dance-- staring into each others' eyes, she can't look away-- even though they ostensibly loathe each other, and I know TGIM is laughing at me because I am flushed and barely breathing, afraid I'll miss even one... little... moment... But I don't even care! I don't! It's like crack, y'all. CRACK.

Not that I would know. About the crack, that is. But I bet it is. For reals, y'all. Just. Like. Crack.

Because I am totally living the story with them, just as I am prone to do when I find myself reading an especially well-done novel. So I figure my obsession with Veronica Mars is perfectly healthy, right? Right?! It's totally normal that my stomach hurts when Veronica and Logan fight, and I ofttimes want to reach into the television and strangle one or the other of them for being so stupid, and I get all tingly when they can't take their eyes off of each other, and when they finally kiss? Hoo, boy! Let's just say TGIM will be getting lucky that night! RAWR!

Good lord. TMI. Scratch that last part.

And the best part is that I know there will be more of those moments coming. My fix, if you will. And I also know that if I am going through withdrawl at some point between episodes, I already have several of these moments TiFauxed for posterity. I know, right?! GENIUS. DVR is a gift, guys. A gift from GOD. So whenever the yearning strikes I can queue up the show and watch that moment over and over and over again-- not that I do or anything because hello? I have a life? (TGIM, SHUT. UP.) But I could, that's all I'm saying.

And amazingly, experiencing life vicariously through these characters does assuage the yearning a bit. Thus the obsession. So mock me if you will, but dude... that's quality entertainment.

link | posted by Cat at 12:55 PM


7 Comments:
Blogger Unknown commented:

I also absolutly love Logan and Veronica together. I agree with everything you were saying about how their firsts are like your firsts. As I start getting older, I feel I have to live firsts over again through book characters and tv characters.

» 4/17/2006 2:01 PM 
Anonymous Anonymous commented:

Huh. Now I'm trying to think of all the television shows I watch and figure out why I like them...in the case of Grey's Anatomy/Scrubs and Alias, it's because I want to experience their occupations vicariously. I've always wanted to be a doctor (and a spy). But what about Lost...? Ooh I know! I've always wanted to be stranded on an island with some seriously fine men.

Speaking of, say hi to TGYM. ;)

» 4/17/2006 7:45 PM 
Blogger Not-So-Normal-Mom commented:

I hate to say this, Cat, but I have never watched a single episode of VM. I think I totally will after reading this post. Do I need to know much to catch up???? BTW, the "tingly naughty bits" part of your post made me snicker like Beevis and Butthead. Really nice post, though. I started thinking of my hubby and I's firsts, and it made me tingly and happy. Thanks:-)

» 4/17/2006 11:32 PM 
Blogger WILLIAM commented:

Would'nt be cool if life had a TiFaux so you could replay the Esprit bag incident?

» 4/18/2006 6:15 AM 
Blogger Unknown commented:

It's been a while since I've said it -- are you ready?

I heart you Cat. ;)

» 4/18/2006 7:07 AM 
Blogger LadyBug commented:

Oooh, it's just like when Sam and Diane kissed for the first time, and then they had that whole love/hate thing....I totally see what you mean.

Hee. I'm kidding. I'm KIDDING, Cat. I did NOT seriously compare your favorite TV show ever, ever, ever in the whole wide world, Amen, to Cheers. It was a JOKE, Cat. Stop looking at me that way. You'll burn a hole through your monitor.

» 4/18/2006 7:47 AM 
Blogger Amy commented:

Hee. This was fun. I love firsts, too. Oh the thrill of sitting beside the boy I loved with every hair on my head and him putting his arm around my back while fireworks went off in my head!

Two girls were sitting in front of me in class a few weeks ago. They were probably 20, and totally cute. And one said, "Where's your essay? It's due today!"
And the other one said, sheepishly, "Veronica Mars. Season One."

I almost leaned forward and said, "My friend Cat LOVES that show!"

» 4/19/2006 6:45 AM 

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