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The Office Finale: Bidding Adieu to One of My Favorite Sitcoms

17 May

So last night The Office aired its final episode.

To be completely honest, the last couple seasons of The Office haven’t been my favorite. To me they were sort of lacking in everything that the earlier seasons excelled in: the humor, the relationships, the plot lines (but mainly the humor, and the fact that Andy got a million times more annoying the second he took on the job of Manager). Because of this, I didn’t think the finale was going to effect me all that much, despite the fact that I loved the three or four episodes leading up to it (and even teared up at the end of each of them). I figured I’d shed a tear or two, be a bit nostalgic, and move on.

But Christ, that finale. It just… I mean, it had everything I wanted to see happen. They hit all the right notes; all the right stops. The episode as a whole was beautiful – the coming together of old friends to celebrate and say farewell – and everyone got their ending. Everyone was where they wanted/needed to be. It was wonderful to see happen to characters who have been with me for so long that I might as well consider them friends. Not to mention the humor was first-rate, and it felt just like the good ol’ days at Scranton once more. Honestly, there was no other way they could have ended it.

I was emotional throughout the entire experience (especially when one Mr. Michael Scott showed up), but I really lost it at the end when the characters were speaking for their last time to the camera and they started showing flashbacks of earlier seasons. It all seems so long ago; not just for the characters on the show, but for me as well. I was a sophomore in high school when I first started watching The Office on a regular basis. I had tuned in the year before, back when I was a freshman, a few times, but I think the awkward-cringe-humor was a bit much for me at first. However, I remember EXACTLY where I was the moment this show finally hooked me and the episode that did it (ie. I was on a cruise ship, it was about one in the morning, Rachael Lowary was asleep three feet away from me, and I was watching “Casino Night” on my iPod). After that, I rewatched the entirety of seasons one and two, and then watched the show devotedly for the rest of its run – even when the episodes took a dip in their later years. I was obsessed with it when I was in high school; it was the quintessential comedy in my life. Hell, I even have fan fiction that I wrote about it back in the day (which is by far the most embarrassing fan fiction I have ever written and I will never speak of the premise ever because of how embarrassed I am about it and you’ll have to pry it from my cold dead hands to ever read it – only Connie Limbrick knows why, and I’ll kill her before she ever gets around to telling anyone about it).

I watched the finale at work last night – thankful that no one came into my own office, as I was heaving with sobs by the end of the episode – and as I walked home after I clocked out I cried the whole way. I couldn’t figure out why the ending of this show was taking such a big toll on my emotions. I didn’t cry this much when 30 Rock, Ugly Betty, or any other show I’ve ever watched ended. The only show I could think to equate my emotions to were what I went going through with LOST‘s end (except LOST was a million times worse and I literally couldn’t get out of bed the morning after its finale because I was so sad it was over). However, I began to think about it, and I realized that my experience with LOST was a lot like my time with The Office. Both shows started back when I was a freshman in high school (2004/2005) and stayed with me until I was in college. Unlike LOST, which ended three years ago, The Office stayed with me until now. That means it lasted from March 2005 (freshman year of high school) until May 2013 (senior year of college). I think a part of me is projecting a lot of my sadness/anxiety about school coming to a close on the Office’s series finale. The Office has been with me for so long, and it’s what I’ve come to know and expect from my Thursday nights – kind of like school (except with, y’know, life in general, not just Thursday nights). And I journeyed with all these Dunder Mifflin characters every step of the way, and now their time at Dunder Mifflin is ending at the exact same time my journey with school is ending. It’s hard not to equate life with television right now, especially when no other television show has been with me for as long as The Office.

As scared as I am about leaving college and entering the real world, I found so much of what the characters were saying at the show’s end encouraging. Plus the fact that many of them were moving on to do bigger and better things… well, I just found it comforting. I could relate to what a lot of the characters said about coming to terms with endings (“I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good ol’ days before you’ve actually left them…”), but there was one quote that truly stuck out to me. One quote that I truly found encouraging as I make my dreaded approach to graduation:

“I didn’t watch the whole documentary. After a few episodes, it was too painful. I kept wanting to scream at Pam! It took me so long to do so many important things, it’s just hard to accept I spent so many years being less happy than I could have been. Jim was five feet away from my desk and it took me four years to get to him. It’d be great if people saw this documentary and learned from my mistakes. Not that I’m a tragic person, I’m really happy now, but it would just make my heart soar if someone out there saw this and she said to herself, ‘Be strong, trust yourself, love yourself, conquer your fears, just go after what you want and act fast because life just isn’t that long.’

So thank you, Dunder Mifflin. Thanks for the laughter, the tears, the memories, that time the bat got stuck in your office, and the journey.

I’m gonna miss you.

Contemplating Theon Greyjoy.

31 Mar

I’m so conflicted when it comes to a particular character in Game of Thrones and in the A Song of Ice and Fire series. A character who, the first time reading the books and watching the show, I loathed so very much. Who I still kind of can’t stand the majority of the time he appears on screen. However, upon my recent rewatch of the show, he became a character I had to call into question. One who I found my dislike for dwindling. Not all the way, of course, I still can’t stand the guy most of the time, but, I mean…

Theon Greyjoy is such a dick.

… but he’s obviously a character with a complex upbringing, and one who can’t be fully judged without taking his complete story into consideration. As a fan, it’s important to keep in mind that Theon was raised as a hostage; never truly part of a family. Oh sure, he was treated like a brother by Robb, but he was never fully accepted into the rest of the Stark household. Never truly welcome. He was treated kindly enough, but he was always reminded that he was there for a reason: as a hostage for the crimes of his father.

Even so, Winterfell became his home. It became what he knew and what he loved. Then, after all those years of waiting, when he finallys goes back home to the Iron Islands – bam – he’s a disgrace for embracing the Stark’s way of life despite the fact that he had no fucking choice in the matter when he was a child. Never mind that it was his father who decided to send him away. Never mind that it was his father’s doing by starting a useless rebellion. Never mind that Theon never did anything wrong, nor did anything to deserve being sent away in the first place. Never mind that he was punished for crimes he never committed. Never mind that he was never in the wrong. At least, not at that point.

So, when it comes down to it, who is he supposed to side with? His own flesh and blood, who sent him away as a child, only to then treat him like he had betrayed them all by developing a relationship with a different family? Or the family who raised him well, but always reminded him that he would never be one of them? What the fuck would you do in his shoes? So, yeah, he thinks he can show his father he’s still a Greyjoy by ransacking the place that cared for him all those years, thus proving that they never meant anything to him. He thinks that will help him make amends for all the years he’s been away; all those years where he did absolutely nothing wrong. The thing is, Winterfell did mean a lot to him, and we so clearly see that as he’s taking over the Stark’s home in both the show and the book. He puts on that front of not giving a flying fuck about Bran or Luwin, but there’s just so much guilt riddling him (Alfie’s done such a phenomenal job with his character, seriously, that boy deserves a ton of awards). Especially when he kills Rodrick. He does it, yes, but man, you can tell that it’s the last thing he wants to be doing.

The point is, I feel bad for Theon Greyjoy. These are not words I ever though I’d say. I came to loathe his character over the years, and even still I’m not really a fan of him. Even so, I like to think if he didn’t have such a shit-tastic father he would’ve turned out a whole lot better. While he should never have gone against the Starks in the second book, I understand his folly. I’ve come to see the path he went down and why he choose it, and where all his bad choices have stemmed from. So yes, I can’t help but feel bad for him…

… but, man, he’s such a dick.

The best part: I didn’t make this graphic.

A Reflection on a Certain Ghost from “Being Human”

15 Mar

So I finished the fourth series of Being Human last night and, needless to say, I was a mess by the end of it.

I’ve really come to love Being Human. Like other supernatural shows, such as The Walking Dead and Buffy, the core of this show really comes down to humanity and what makes us, in spite of everything, human. While I wouldn’t put Being Human on my top ten television shows list, it’s definitely a show that will resonate with me for many years to come and I wouldn’t be surprised if I rewatched the entire thing sometime in the future.

Now, here’s where I’m going to get spoilerly, folks, so if you intend on watching this show and haven’t gotten a chance yet, turn back now.

As already mentioned, I wrapped up series four last night, and if you’ve watched the show then you’re familiar with how it ends. We’d already lost Nina and Mitchell at the third series end, and George was gone within the first episode of the fourth, so all we had left of the original three was Annie. It was because of this premise that, going into this series, I wasn’t particularly fond of it. I missed the sense of comradeship between the three flatmates that we got so much of in the first season, and just, y’know, the characters still being alive. I liked Tom well enough, since he had already been introduced at the start of the third series, but it took me half the fourth series to like Hal at all. Eventually they both did grow on me. I now kind of adore Tom beyond all rhyme and reason, and Hal won me over the second he got caught singing while washing dishes.

However, what really made the fourth series work for me was Annie. Well, Annie and Eve. Annie is, in my mind, one of the most well written characters in television that I’ve ever come across. Sure, George may be my favorite Being Human character by far (I’ve always had a soft spot for the comedic relief), but Annie… there’s just always been something about Annie, y’know? And with her whole plot line of raising Eve, well, it really heightened her role on the show for me. When the fourth series came to its end I was both disappointed and glad to see her go. While I knew I’d miss her as a character, I also knew it was for the best and that her storyline came to a (rather beautiful) end.

In my bidding farewell to her, can we all just take a moment to relish in what an amazingly well-crafted character Annie Claire Sawyer was? She was peppy, enthusiastic, optimistic, and happy, despite the heartbreaking way of how her life came to an end. Not only that, but she was trusting, caring, and kind to just about everyone (so long as they weren’t threatening her or her friends’ existences). Was she perfect? Good lord, no. She certainly drove other characters a bit nuts at times, and even George hated her in the first couple episodes. Yes, she could be annoying and over persistent, and yet you couldn’t help but love this girl. The tea-making ghost who saved the world.

Of the original trio, to me, Annie will always be the strongest. She grew so much over the course of her four series; much more than Mitchell and George ever did. At the start she was a mere dead girl, not really sure what to do with herself, but by the end she became a force to be reckoned with, because she was Annie fucking Sawyer and no one was going to mess with her or her friends or take her fucking baby. She became so very strong, not just in her powers as a ghost, but in mind and soul as well. She toughened up and learned how to take care of her own, but at the same time never losing any of that peppy, happy-go-lucky nature we first saw in her all the way back in episode one.

And compassion. Oh my god, Annie embodied compassion. She just had so much love to give, so much so that she almost couldn’t go through with saving the entire planet because it meant hurting the one she loved most. Yet, it was for that love that she did what she had to do. For the love of her friends, for the love of mankind, and for the love of her baby (because, in the end, Eve really was hers, wasn’t she?). She would not let Eve go through the hell of living as the War Child, of watching the world burn around her just because of what she was, which was how Annie made the hardest choice a mother could ever make, and she did it all out of love. And that look that overtakes her face as she opens her door and sees what’s on the other side, oh god, the way she just lights up at the sight of whatever it is tugs at my heartstrings. I’m so glad they didn’t show us what was waiting behind her door, because, honestly, we as the audience already know what’s there. It’s written all over her face.

As I press on to the fifth and final series, I’ll leave this entry on this one last note: it’s pretty clear to me that George was the brains and Mitchell was the brawn, but Annie?

Annie was the heart.

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A Fine Day of Fine Things

5 Aug

A couple incredibly wonderful things about my day:

— Today I sat down in a Starbucks, listened to the song “Yer Spring” by Hey Rosetta! for five hours on repeat, and finish my screenplay that I’ve been working on for two years now. I mean, it’s far from being done. I need to go back and write those three or four scenes that I said “Meh, I’ll come back and write these later” because I was too lazy at the time. After that, I’m gonna have a friend take a look at the whole thing, and once I get her feedback I’m gonna delve in. There are over 200 pages, which is far too long for a movie (or, at least, this kind of movie) so many cuts are going to have to be made, probably a plot point or two as well. Shitty dialogue is going to have to be rewritten, shitty characters are going to have to be reconfigured, and shitty plot lines are either going to have to be rethoughtout or dropped entirely. Even still, keeping all this mind, I still could not stop myself from shaking as I stared at my computer screen after I had typed the last words of my screenplay. It’s so close, guys. My baby’s almost complete.

— Martin and I watched last week’s and then this week’s episode of Breaking Bad while eating pizza and cookie dough. It was kind of perfect and an accumulation of everything summer should be (all we were missing was alcohol).

— I went on a 10:30pm run. After my run, I wrote this email to Tom Wilson (Biff of Back to the Future fame):

So, I hate running, but for some reason I agreed to do a 5K with a friend at the end of this upcoming September (I’m certain I agreed under the pretense of thinking how cool it would be to say I had run a 5K). Precisely ten minutes after agreeing to do said 5K I realized “Oh hell, this means I actually have to start running to prep” which is basically what I’ve been doing ever since. Let me tell you, I don’t think running would be half as bearable if it weren’t for your podcast, good sir. Your stories and interviews keep a smile on my face the entire time I run. The longer episodes are perfect because not only do they last through my entire run, but by the time I get home I still have some podcast left over to listen to as I lie sprawled out on the floor feeling like a truck ran over my legs. So thank you. I honestly never thought I’d be running at midnight contemplating how the pepper spray my roommate forced me to take looks a lot like a tiny dildo as a homeless man waves at me on a bike whilst listening to you serenade me about homonyms, but life is full of funny scenarios like that. Your podcast is a delight. Keep up the amazing work!

Yup. A great day. Here’s what the next couple days have in store:

  • Monday: Early morning breakfast with Valerie and her family and then photo shoots with Kaylyn and company
  • Tuesday: Writing group meeting! At last!
  • Wednesday: Muppet viewing party with Beckah

Reflecting on Lost :: What Made it such a Great Show

24 Jul

I think it’s no secret that I love Lost. A lot. More than a lot. If I had to list my top ten favorite things on this planet, Lost would be one of them (along with, y’know, family and friends and Muppets and hamburgers). It’s a show I was with from beginning to end. Not only that, but it was my first real “adult” show that I ever partook in, as in the first show I tuned in once a week to watch that was not aimed solely towards kids/teenagers.

It’s been two years since Lost came to a close, and it’s been two years since I’ve really sat down and watched a entire episode (the last time I truly watched it was the beginning of summer 2010, when my ex was still going through it). Even after all this time, no show has replaced Lost for me. Not just yet. Sure, shows have tried and, hell, some shows have even come close. I recently went coocoo bananas for Breaking Bad (which I will go as far to say is the best written show I’ve ever seen), and I’ve also fallen desperately in love with shows such as Downton Abbey, Mad Men, Sherlock, Game of Thrones, and Shameless. All that being said, while those shows are all fabulous in and of their own way, they still have not replaced the love I have for Lost.

For starters, Lost is a show about characters through and through, and I’ve always been one for character-driven programs. With the exception of Nikki and Paulo (and Ethan. Christ, I hated Ethan), you gave a shit about pretty much every character on that show. Even when you declared hatred for characters (ie. Anna Lucia), you still were devastated when the unthinkable happened to them. I have never been invested in television characters quite the way I was when it came to Lost. True, maybe that’s because I was fourteen years old when the program came on, so I was still very young and clung to characters much more easily back then, but that’s the thing. I was fourteen when I started watching this show. I’m now twenty-two. This show, these characters, they’ve been with me for a third of my lifetime. Eventually I’ll be able to say that they’ve been with me for half my life (once I turn twenty-eight). That’s pretty incredible.

And, of course, Lost is the king of cliff hangers. My friend Nick was telling me how in almost every episode, in the last five minutes, they would throw something at you, which would leave you yelling, “Well fuck! Now I have to watch the next one!” This was something that I loved. I remember being a youngin’, my brother and I huddled around our TV back in Portland, the last five minutes would play, the “LOST” caption would appear, and we’d scream that they couldn’t just leave us like that. How many shows are capable of evoking such a reaction? Not many. Not just end of show cliff-hangers either. There were some magnificent reveals in many of the episodes. God knows the reveal in the third episode, ‘Walkabout’, is what hooked me for good.

It was also, of course, gorgeous to watch cinematography-wise. While some scenes were shot on a sound stage, there are so many beautiful on location shots. Not to mention this show will make sure you never look at an eye opening/closing the same way ever again.

Lost told a lot of beautiful stories as well. The way that the writers weaved all of these characters from all walks of life together was amazing. From Jack to Rose, Lapidus to Cindy, Juliet to Hurley, you got such a feel for where they came from, what they’d been through, and who they were.

Not to mention Lost also had Ben Linus, who is one of the most complex, brilliantly written characters in all of television history.

This whole scene in ‘Dr. Linus’ is why it’s among my all time favorite episodes of the series. Michael Emerson deserved more than just one Emmy.

Now, the reason why I’m writing up this entry is because of this clip. I came across a photoset of .gifs of the scene on tumblr last night, which led me to rewatching this particular moment, and I was overcome with such emotion. For those of you have not watched Lost, in the scene some of the guys discover a van on the island that doesn’t seem to run. So the four of them work together and, sure enough, are able to get that blue van to work once more. Here’s the response I wrote after I watched it last night:

Just… just the idea of them finding so much joy and freedom in making that car run. That’s what I fucking love about Lost. Yes, it’s a show about people trapped on a magical island that is inhabited by crazy French women, polar bears, god-like entities, a giant statue of a foot, and a monster made out of smoke, but do you know what? Lost was always so much more than that. It was about humanity at its core. People finding themselves. People being able to adapt to new environments. People finding so much joy in the simplicity of a walkman, molded glasses, invisible peanut butter, running water, and a beat up blue van. Lost is about being a human and connecting with others and just, fuck, it is the most beautiful show ever.

Was Lost a perfect show? No. Did it answer all the questions it set up? No. Were all the plot lines stellar? Good God, no.

And, okay, it was also about a group of people being brought to an Island to serve out a purpose that a god-like character had been setting them up for all of their lives, blah blah blah, the island was magic, blah blah blah, Bai Ling ruined that one episode, blah blah blah, but once you get past all of that can you truly see the show for what it really was.

I have never seen another show depict the trials and tribulations of what it’s like to be human better than Lost did. Behind the running from boars and trying to avoid getting shot with flaming arrows, there was more. There was always so much more. When people are put in life-threatening, dire situations, only then do they show their true colors. And that’s Lost. It was about survival. Humanity. Love. People being people. It was about people staring at the jaws of death and finding the will to keep on living. It was about people finding love where they least expected it. It was about self discovery. It was about redemption, forgiveness, mortality.

It was a show about letting go.

I could gush on and on about this show (or even write slam poetry about it), but I think I’ll draw this entry to a close. I plan on rewatching Lost once I’m done watching Shameless and Once Upon a Time, and the idea of reuniting with these characters and their stories after all these years warms me to the bones. People can hate on this show all they’d like, but there’s no denying that it is still a stand out show even after all this time.

Older Men in the Media :: A Twenty-Two Year Old’s Infatuation

19 Jul

I’ve been meaning to write this entry for a while now; for years, really. I’ve written about it in snippets from time to time, but I’ve never truly delved into the heart of the matter. You see, this is an entry about my infatuation with older men.

Wait, let me correct that statement:

Older male celebrities.

I feel it’s an important distinction to make. There are very few instances in my life where I’ve had crushes on older men that I’ve known personally, all of which were trivial infatuations throughout high school that never lasted long. Of course, I should also make myself clear that when I’m talking about older male celebrities I’m not talking about, y’know, guys in their late 20’s or early 30’s. Heavens no.

I’m talking about how I, a 22 year old girl, have many a crush on celebrities 40 years old… or older.

I’ve been dying to write this entry ever since I saw Seeking a Friend For the End of the World last month. I walked into that movie expecting to like it, which I did, but halfway through the film I started noticing how ridiculously attracted to Steve Carell I suddenly was. This immediately harkened back to when I had a crush on him when I was sixteen and saw Little Miss Sunshine. I think what hooked me first during Seeking a Friend was his arms (that man has been working out, I swear), but it escalated from there. I’m pretty sure the only reason I didn’t cry as much as I should have at the end of the film was because I was too busy drooling over him. When I got home I googled Steve Carell to find out he is, as of right now, 49 years old. This left me thinking about the cumulative of my crushes on older men in the media.

Steve Carell in argyle? My vagina approves!

I’ve always pined after older actors, even as a kid, not to mention ones that are a bit… random. I’ve never really fantasized about the Brad Pitts or Matthew McConaughey’s of the world. I mean, as an example, here are my list of July celebrity crushes:

  • Steve Carell
  • Jason Tam
  • Jonah Hill
  • James Cagney
  • Patton Oswalt

I guess the most normal crush of the group would be Jason Tam; a Broadway actor who’s only 8 years older than myself. Is that a bad thing that that’s enough for me to deem him a “suitably aged” actor to crush on?

Then there’s James Cagney who’s, y’know, dead now.

Jonah Hill’s only six years older than me, but then again, I’m the only person I know of who’s actually got a crush on Jonah Hill (don’t judge me, Zach). The funny thing is that this crush occurred while watching 21 Jump Street. What’s that? I watched a movie starring Channing Tatum and walked away with a crush on Jonah Hill? Yup. Only me.

Last night I watched Young Adult, which was what gave me that final push to write this entry, because it occurred to me that I’ve had a crush on Patton Oswalt since around 2008. Patton’s forty-three years old now, making him basically twice my age. Not only that, but how many people in this world have a crush on Patton Oswalt? I doubt many.

Yup. Both of them. I would.

I’ve always had crushes on older, more obscure actors. I mentioned it in the past, but in the second grade I had a major celebrity crush – my first celebrity crush ever, actually – on Nathan Lane. When he was 41 years old, and I was only seven. Then around the same time I had a crush on David Thomlinson, ie. the grumpy-as-fuck dad in Mary Poppins, who was 47 when they made that movie. Who the fuck crushes on the grumpy dad in Mary Poppins the 3rd grade? Me, that’s who.

Yeah. I don’t understand either.

Other obscure actors I had crushes on before I turned eleven years old are: David Hyde Pierce (Fraiser), John Lithgow (3rd Rock From the Sun), Alfonso Ribeiro (Fresh Prince of Bel Air), William Daniels (1776), Roscoe Orman (Sesame Street), Brad Garrett (Everybody Loves Raymond), and Salem (Sabrina the Teenage Witch).

Yeah. I had a crush on a cat puppet when I was nine. I don’t know what that says about me.

Maybe it was for our mutual adoration of food…?

For my birthday this year, my brother gave me a copy of John Lithgow’s autobiography, which led to me laughing loudly and yelling, “THIS IS THE BEST”. I don’t think he realized I reacted in such a way because of my random John Lithgow crush that still, to this day, exists. (Fact: this entry came dangerously close to being entitled “My Dirty Little Secret: I Would Fuck John Lithgow.”)

As I’m sure you’re all saying, “Yes, yes, Julia, we get it, you’ve had some weird crushes in your life”, let me shove even more evidence in your face. Here follows a list of every male celebrity 43+ years in age that I have: drooled over, crushed on, fantasized about, wanted to marry, and/or been the cause of the exclamation “I WANT TO HAVE HIS BABIES.”

Hugh Jackman (43), Peter Dinklage (43), Sam Rockwell (43), Patton Oswalt (43), Mark Ruffalo (44), Peter Linz (45), Robert Downey Jr. (47), Rob Lowe (48), Stephen Colbert (48), Steve Carell (49), Ralph Fiennes (49), Greg Kinnear (49), Conan O’Brien (49), Jon Stewart (49), John Slattery (49), George Clooney (51), Stanley Tucci (51), Michael Cerveris (51), Colin Firth (51), Ricky Gervais (51), Steve Whitmire (52), Dylan Baker (52), David Hyde Pierce (53), Brian Stokes Mitchell (54), Christoph Waltz (55), Alan Ruck (56), Michael Emerson (57), Dan Aykroyd (60), Geoffrey Rush (61), Bill Murray (61), Bill Nighy (62), Tom Wilkinson (64), Richard Jenkins (65), John Lithgow (66), Donald Sutherland (77).

What a list.

Of course, many of these are still deemed highly appropriate to crush on. George Clooney. Rob Lowe. Ralph Fiennes. I mean, what human isn’t in love with Colin Firth? And ever since The Avengers it seems like everyone wants in Robert Downey Jr.’s pants…  but it’s impossible to deny that there are some strange crushes on my list.

This, however, should not be one of them. Look at that face. I would lick that face.

I could go in depth analyzing my infatuation of the older male (the first person who says I have an Elektra complex will get shanked), but, quite honestly, there’s just something… nice about men. There’s an air of sophistication and maturity to them. They have family values. They know who they are. They have mature tastes and interests. They’re like good wine, aged to a perfect year. I’ve dealt with my share of boys, and they always leave me feeling like shit, so maybe there’s some inner desire to grow the fuck up and settle down. What’s strange though is that, while I spend plenty of time fantasizing about all the men I’ve just listed, I have no desire to actually be involved with any older man at my current age. I just like looking at them is all.

Do I have normal celebrity crushes? Of course. Chris Evans, Aaron Paul, Josh Hutchinson, Ryan Reynolds, Ryan Gosling, Jason Segel, Darren Criss, they’re all welcome to the party in my pants as well.

Conan, Colbert, and Stewart all have VIP access to my pants party though.

Is this a weird thing to write a blog entry about? Most definitely. But the likelihood of me actually meeting any of these men and getting in a situation where my pants party theory could actually happen is highly unlikely, so for now just let me dream. There’s a pants party and all the men mentioned above are welcome.

(Except you, Channing Tatum. Go the hell away.)

Downton Abbey: Stand Out Characters

14 Jul

I started watching Downton Abbey yesterday and I am, so far, ridiculously in love with it. I’ve gone through six out of seven episodes of the first series thus far, and I’m anticipating starting series two tomorrow morning. The thing I love about this show the most is that it’s a wonderful ensemble piece, portraying varying classes back in the early 1900s. Here are ten characters that stand out the most, in my personal opinion (in no particular order).

1. Violet Crawley (Maggie Smith)

No need for explanation. Everyone loves Maggie Smith’s sass, and she has nothing but sass on this show.

2. John Bates (Brendan Coyle)

I liked Bates from the moment he was introduced. He’s a pleasant, good natured fellow, with an physical obstacle that is quite out of place for his occupation, which makes him all the more fascinating. His relationship with Anna is by far my favorite on the show. Not sure exactly if it’ll end up where I’m hoping it will, but I love watching them get on well together. His ethics are also pretty wonderful, as a whole.

3. Anna Smith (Joanne Froggatt)

Anna is probably my favorite character on the show, as of right now. She is sweet, earnest, and cares deeply about her friends and the family she serves. She has a great rapport with Gwen, Bates, and the Crawley sisters. She means well, above all else, and doesn’t digress in obnoxious drama, which is highly admirable.

4. Sybil Crawley (Jessica Brown Findlay)

My favorite of the three Crawley sisters, Sybil shows great enthusiasm in the progress of women’s rights. She shows this by taking interest in the female staff’s aspirations and also through the way she herself acts and even dresses (her coming down in pants is a high light of this first series). She’s a lovely character on the show, and a great reminder that the times were most certainly changing for the better around this time era.

5. Carson (Jim Carter)

Gotta love Carson. The butler of the house, Carson is loyal and dutiful. While he (and Mrs. Hughes) are in charge of all the staff, I love seeing his personal relationships with them all and how he interacts with everyone. An especially tender moment between him and Mary Crawley won me even more for Carson. I’m also intrigued by the relationship between him and Mrs. Hughes. I doubt it will ever veer towards romantic, but I would really like it if it did.

6. Sarah O’Brien (Siobhan Finneran)

Just because a character is on this list doesn’t necessarily mean that I like them, it just means that they stand out and are serving the role they play on this show marvelously. Siobhan is wonderful at playing the conniving, bitter Mrs. O’Brien. One action she performed in the opening episode made me gasp out loud from its sheer cruelness. Almost every action this character performs leaves me fuming; a sign that an actor is playing their part extremely well. She’s a perfect coupling for…

7. Thomas Barrow (Rob James-Collier)

… Thomas, Mrs. O’Brien’s footman friend. If there’s anyone just as conniving, or even more so, than Mrs. O’Brien, it’s Thomas. Everything he does on the show is either for personal gain or to hurt the other staff he works with, be it William, Bates, or Daisy. While his characters drives me mad, I must say that Rob James-Collier is doing a fabulous job portraying him.

8.  Mary Crawley (Michelle Dockery)

Mary is a character I’m still waiting to grow on me. While this is an ensemble miniseries, it is pretty obvious almost all the action circulates around her and that if there were a main character, she would be it. Her character does definitely stand out amongst the rest, but as of right now I find her pretty self indulgent and, well, greedy. Both her and Edith tend to get on my nerves equally, which is why Sybil shines so much more in my eyes.

9. Gwen Dawson (Rose Leslie)

It’s unfortunate that I went into this show knowing this character wasn’t going to last. This isn’t a spoiler, by all means. Anyone who’s an avid Game of Thrones fan, like myself, knows that Rose Leslie goes on to play the dangerous but lovely Ygritte in season two, so of course by the end of series one I’m expecting her to leave the cast (I can definitely see how it’ll happen to, and I’m glad how the writers have gone about it). That being said, it is unfortunate because Gwen is a truly delightful character. Her sisterly friendship with Anna is so much fun to watch, and she’s striking in the sense that she is very ambitious and determined.

10. Matthew Crawley (Dan Stevens)

Why didn’t Mary jump his bones the second she met him? Look at those eyes. Matthew is my favorite male on this show. He is gentlemanly, simplistic in his needs (which is a lovely trait), and funny. He also has the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s like the love child of a young Carey Elwes and Matthew Goode. Yum.