She’s fearless. She’s clever. She is a totally hot blonde with great hair, great style, and quick wit. I have introduced my husband to this beautiful girl time and again, hoping they would get to be friends, so we could all hang out together. I’ve even tried to set up one on one dates for the two of them. Despite all she has to offer a young hot-blooded male, he refuses to like her. He calls it being principled – I call it being pigheaded.
Veronica Mars, played by Kristen Bell for three all too short series before an untimely cancellation, is one of my favorite tv heroines. MSO Rin browbeat me into watching her, for which I am eternally thankful, and I have since been slowly Netflixing my way through all three seasons. It has taken a long time, because my husband will not allow the show to be on when he is home.
Veronica is just one of many gorgeous blondes spurned by my husband. See also Portia de Rossi’s character in Arrested Development – another show he refuses to like. He despises Sarah Jessica Parker’s Carrie in Sex and the City – OK, I’ll give him that one. But Patrick is an equal opportunity spurner – he also refuses to meet and fall madly in love with stunning brunettes like Jaye on Wonderfalls or Mary Louise Parker’s character on Weeds.
I was able to bridge the gap between him and Firefly (maybe he has a thing for statuesque badass black women?) I forced him to watch one or two, and then on the day he asked to watch a third episode with me, I instantly mailed the Netflix back and raced out to purchase the whole series. We can share laughs over Seinfeld or Chappelle’s Show, and after a slow start we’ve both become completely obsessed with Deadwood.
But, as you can see, the list of shows we both know and love is a lot shorter than my personal faves in the Netflix queue. I have to try to time the mailings of “my” shows to coincide with days he’ll be out bowling, or playing video games online with some far flung old friends, or even out of town. The Sopranos is on my list next , one of the longest series I’ll attempt, so we’d better be able to come to some kind of understanding or it’s going to take me the better part of a decade to watch it.
Someday I’d love to start Buffy the Vampire Slayer and see what all the fuss is about – but I’d better save that until Patrick is deaf or out of the country.
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I'm ignoring the fact that he hates Carrie Bradshaw from SATC. Otherwise, I'm not sure I could hear about him anymore. That's a joke, my dear!
The Sopranos is bloody but fantastic. So cliched, so honest, and frighteningly real. You will love it and I hope he does too!
You have NO idea how hard I laughed at this entry!
I LOVE LOVE LOVE Veronica Mars, and am completely obsessed with Arrested Development - it's only like, the funniest show in the history of television! Weeds is also brilliant, and MLP kicks ass. What is WRONG with your husband?!
As for The Sopranos... I don't know what guys doesn't like that show. You should have excellent luck getting him to park it with you in front of the tube for that well-written blood and cussfest.
As for Buffy... I wouldn't hold your breath. BUT, he may very well watch Angel. I adore (and own) both series, as well as Firefly (Joss Whedon created all three serious), and my husband loves Angel and Firefly but refuses to watch Buffy. I'll admit, Sarah Michell Gellar is TOTAL crap - but the show still rules because of the other characters and the writing.
If you do decide to watch Buffy and want someone to watch it with - EMAIL ME! (megtfee at gmail dot com).
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