Like I said yesterday, my friends Bunny and Justin have started a new podcast where each week they watch an episode (or two) of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and discuss it. If you listen to the first episode (and you should!), they explain the whole premise. And I’m in love with it. Because I’m in love with BTVS. I have been for years!
I remember I first watched it in syndication on FX when I was in middle school. I was going through a very “magical/mystical” phase (let’s be real, I still am) and connected with Buffy like nobody’s business. I loved Buffy’s attitude, Xander’s humor, Willow’s optimism, Angel’s face. Then Spike’s face.
Then in college, during a particularly bad bout of depression (hey, it happens, it’s real, it’s nothing to be ashamed about), I rewatched the entire series. I would get up in the afternoon, make my bed, then crawl right back into it with my laptop and disappear inside of Sunnydale for a few hours. I firmly believe that watching Buffy and the Scoobies kick evil’s ass on the regular helped me find the strength to get out of bed. For real. Good TV can do that. When the characters are so beautifully written and humanly flawed. When the love feels real and the loss does too. When the strength inspires and the story gives hope. That’s Buffy.
It’s cheesy and cliché and over the top. Just like me!
It’s pink and sparkly and obnoxious. Just like me!
But really, I enjoy any day we can celebrate our loved ones. I still hand out those little bitty lame valentines that you fold in half and seal with a heart shaped sticker. I have banners with hearts on them and gift bags emblazoned with the word L-O-V-E.
I’m also a sucker for thematic candies. All the holidays get me. The peanut butter pumpkins, the marshmallow chicks, the heart-shaped chocolates. (I also love buying them discounted the day after the holiday.)