Heartbreak is essential. In real life AND in realistic fiction, but it’s everywhere. Is it too much to still believe that sometimes things just work out? Give a girl a break, ‘One Tree Hill’, ‘The OC’, ‘Made in Chelsea’… I can’t handle all these romance rinses. Maybe i’m too involved, but I know i’m not alone. You just have to take to Twitter after an episode of Made in Chelsea to know the affect a cheating TV playboy has on what girls expect from their other-halves. If he doesn’t text you back, you’re right – he’s definitely cheating on you… The heartbreak gets us more excited than the happiness of these characters and has a strange affect on what is real. Talk about a jaded audience.
Crying when your favourite TV couple split isn’t socially acceptable, it isn’t, BUT it happens. Netflix; you international heartbreaker you. Watching a series back to back for hours on end transports you, as it should do, away from your own mundanities. But, it only takes you far enough to see into some other shiny American TV blonde’s mundanity (i’ve covered 80% of Teen drama haven’t I?).
Maybe hers is more exciting, maybe the people are better looking than you and the problems are more exaggerated but 1) she’s not real AND 2) you can rest assured the writers won’t keep her happy for long.
This breaks my heart as a viewer, but stepping away from the screen it makes me realise something. Logan and Veronica aren’t really that perfect. BUT, neither are me and my boyfriend, or you and yours, or everyone else in the world and their partners or friends or cats or cactus… It’s okay, after all, they get their happy endings AND their heartbreaks written in for them by some CW top dogs.WE, as the fundamentally privileged living human beings get to be the authors of our own romantic heroes. For me, I think i’m going to put away the Netflix for a while and start living like my own Veronica; except she’s called Katy and she’s half as cool – but that’s fine – she can write the end.
Just a thought for the week
Lots of love