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May. 23rd, 2009 11:29 pmI was doing dishes the other day when I got hit by a stifling wave of death-fear, the kind that doubles you over in panic. Usually I can breathe through the attacks, but this time I had to stop washing dishes and hightail it to the backyard, where Craigers was busy w/ one landscaping task or another.
We hugged a lot, and Craigers explained that once I was dead I wouldn't have to worry about being dead, anymore. That was comforting, I guess, but sheesh...contemplating non-consciousness gives one a headache!
Lately, I've been taking up a little Kate and Allie. Sometime during season two we're treated to Kate karate kicking a New York City phone booth while Allie fiendishly giggles. This Kate does because they're all out of quarters; they have only tokens.
At times like this, it's a bit anarchistic.
Other times it's god-awfully screwball, as when Kate's public relations turn Allie's casual baking business into a breakneck thirteen cake a day habit.
And still yet are its wonderful, schizoid, political moments. In "The Landlady", the duo are forced to feign (a somewhat homophobic) lesbianism to escape a rent hike, but end up accepting their landlady's invite (once they've been outted as hetero) to the local queer dance when she also turns out to be a long time gay.
"A lot of people wouldn't consider a gay couple a family, but you do. And now, so do we," Kate tells the landlady.
Allie chimes in, "A family is anybody who wants to share their lives together [...] it's love that defines a family. And it can be any kind of love: your kind, our kind, theirs..."
That's not too shabby for 80s television, if you ask me!
And the end theme, like a cherry on top, suggesting life might be worth living after all:
We hugged a lot, and Craigers explained that once I was dead I wouldn't have to worry about being dead, anymore. That was comforting, I guess, but sheesh...contemplating non-consciousness gives one a headache!
Lately, I've been taking up a little Kate and Allie. Sometime during season two we're treated to Kate karate kicking a New York City phone booth while Allie fiendishly giggles. This Kate does because they're all out of quarters; they have only tokens.
At times like this, it's a bit anarchistic.
Other times it's god-awfully screwball, as when Kate's public relations turn Allie's casual baking business into a breakneck thirteen cake a day habit.
And still yet are its wonderful, schizoid, political moments. In "The Landlady", the duo are forced to feign (a somewhat homophobic) lesbianism to escape a rent hike, but end up accepting their landlady's invite (once they've been outted as hetero) to the local queer dance when she also turns out to be a long time gay.
"A lot of people wouldn't consider a gay couple a family, but you do. And now, so do we," Kate tells the landlady.
Allie chimes in, "A family is anybody who wants to share their lives together [...] it's love that defines a family. And it can be any kind of love: your kind, our kind, theirs..."
That's not too shabby for 80s television, if you ask me!
And the end theme, like a cherry on top, suggesting life might be worth living after all:
