You might be in denial if your favorite show is ending

I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied with a series finale.

I blame it on the writer in me. She thinks and schemes of ways she could have written a better ending, but she and I both secretly know what it really is: denial.

This week’s finale of Gossip Girl is no exception. I first fell in love with Gossip Girl when I stumbled upon Blake Lively trotting up and down Fifth Avenue in New York. Cameras crews surrounded her as she repeatedly threw a fake cell phone in a trashcan take after take. Four months later I was watching the same take on my bedroom TV the first week of my senior year in high school.

"Camera phones are the autograph of the 21st century."

“Camera phones are the autographs of the 21st century.”

Fast forward six years of schooling and two graduations later to last night’s finale, where I sat on my couch and watched TV’s favorite Upper East Siders get their happy endings and calmly laugh over the fact that Gossip Girl was really a boy who was one of their own. And with the closing credits came the criticisms – and the sadness.

Gossip Girl joins the following graduated class of TV shows that, after their final moments aired, left me complaining – mainly because I wanted just ONE more episode:

The OC

My favorite gang(Photo courtesy of Google)

(Photo courtesy of Google)

After putting me through the ringer and watching Marissa DIE in Ryan’s arms, only to have me eventually root for Ryan and Taylor – you’re still going to tell me he doesn’t end up with someone long term? (No, Josh Schwartz, an extra-long train ride doesn’t count.) At least Seth and Summer got their happy ending.

FRIENDS

How could anyone leave that incredible apartment?(Photo courtesy of Google)

(Photo courtesy of Google)

Okay, I lied. I really can’t complain about this one. I’m just bitter it’s over.

One Tree Hill

(Photo courtesy of Google)

(Photo courtesy of Google)

The realist in me who understands the plight of a writer and a creator knows that the chances of getting old actors back on the show they left is probably slim. The fan in me doesn’t care. It felt wrong watching the last episode sans Lucas (whose hair was too long in the episode he WAS in) and Peyton (who probably would have just cried the whole time and that would have been completely okay).

Glee

(Photo courtesy of Google)

(Photo courtesy of Google)

Well…Glee hasn’t ended yet. But someday it will. And I’ll probably have something to say about it. So I might as well just accept the inevitable and include it on this list now.

Boy Meets World

(Photo courtesy of Google)

(Photo courtesy of Google)

The series finale of Boy Meets World didn’t satisfy my 10-year-old heart. They were all going to New York! There’s way more story line there, you can’t just end it! Luckily, last month, Ben Savage and Danielle Fishel resurrected my childhood and are giving me another shot at satisfaction. Don’t let me down, Girl Meets World!

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What about you guys? Any series finales you took issue with?

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You might be an athlete if you consider yourself a fan

When I was little, I was hardly what you would consider athletic.

Sure, I tried. I spent a brief career in softball, followed by soccer, then dance where I flopped around on stage like an uncoordinated noodle. These failed talents ultimately led me to my not-so-inevitable destiny as a basketball player, where I spent my time having coughing fits to avoid going out on the court and enjoying the cool gear I got more than the 7 a.m. practices.

Resurrected my “dancing career” for a sorority event. Guess who is standing out 10-feet taller than the others…

When I got to high school, I discovered that everyone had a niche, and performing on the court, field and stage just weren’t mine.

However, if being a fan was a sport, you better believe I’d be on a scholarship to some school in the SEC.

Dedication is driving 78 miles out of your way to go see the filming locations of your favorite TV show…like the River Court from One Tree Hill.

Over the years, my dedication transcended into different sports teams, different celebrities, different movies and different TV shows. I transitioned from fan to fangirl, which is a sport that I take very seriously.

As the true daughter of my father — the ultimate sports fanatic — I live out my genetics through yelling, which is a favorite action of mine as a fan. I’ve even borrowed some phrases over the years (“What are you waiting for, an invitation?!” and “You’re joking” are my favorites), which can be very versatile and applied to multiple situations.

I alternated between yelling and using binoculars to spy on the dugout at this game…

Just like in sports, being a fan has multiple facets to the game — and I’ve dabbled in every sector. I’ve been a dedicated fan, bandwagon fan, fairweather fan and super fan.

Whether it’s the Tampa Bay Rays, the UCF Knights, Batman (The Dark Knight series) or Glee, I’ve involved myself in them all. I’ve cheered, jeered and considered throwing in the towel (The 2008 almost-World-Series-winning season for the Rays and last Thursday’s episode of Glee to name a few instances.) I’ve seen strike outs and makeouts. I’ve rooted for players and characters. But most of all, I’ve stayed involved — and isn’t that one of the fundamentals of sports (or something) anyway?

LOL. No caption necessary.

I always heard the phrase “there’s no ‘i’ in team” in my short-lived time as an athlete. There is, however, an “i” in fangirl. And just like someone who plays tennis (which also has an “i” in it), take the solo-sport of being a fan very seriously.

 

You might get worthwhile advice if you pay attention to pop culture

Some of life’s most important lessons can be learned from pop culture.

Whether it’s how not to act when you’re going through a crisis ala Amanda Bynes (note: hire a chauffeur) or how to respond positively to a tragedy like celebs did post-Sandy — pop culture can teach us a lot about the do’s and don’ts of life.

But there’s no greater lesson Tinsel Town can teach us than how to navigate the trials of relationships.

I’m still not over it

In addition to perfecting their craft, celebrities must also perfect something else: the art of breaking up. Their breakups are splashed across the Facebook newsfeed of life — the media — on a daily basis.

Their reactions have taught me three important things when it comes to the matters of the heart:

1. No one is safe from the subtext
When girls go through a breakup, it is inevitable that most of them will post passive-aggressive song lyrics on at least one of their social media accounts. We know who you’re talking about. Chances are the guy in your life does too.

But, just as I once was guilty of the subtext status, celebrities have been too. Just on a greater scale.

“We are never ever ever ever ever ever…getting back together”

Take T. Swift for example, who is notorious for airing her feelings on past relationships through the song lyrics that we’ve probably used on our own timelines. If the song-lyric subtext was a war, Taylor Swift would be the Battle of Saratoga.

I miss them already

However, as Justin Bieber proved this past weekend, boys are not an exception to this rule. After breaking up with girlfriend Selena Gomez, the Biebs performed Justin Timberlake’s “Cry Me A River.” I don’t need to spell out the obvious that the timing is convenient — unless he finally is succumbing to the JT comparisons he’s been getting his whole career.

So, the moral of this story? Subtext comes with the territory of all relationships. And rarely is it subtle.

2. Accelerated relationships end as fast as they start
Among the myriad things we can take away from Kim Kardashian’s flash marriage, the most important one is that no one should rush into a serious commitment. Kim joins a laundry list of celebrities who jumped in too fast only to have their irreconcilable differences flagged across the front page of Us Weekly (see: Britney Spears and…that one guy from Vegas).

Rumors have been circulating that these two could be getting engaged soon…you know you guys don’t have to do that, right?

Taking things easy may not always be a bad idea. Rarely have I heard “man, I really wish we hadn’t moved at such a normal rate.” Luckily for Kim and her new beau, things seem to be going a lot better  — and hopefully, a lot slower. If not for their sake, but for mine as well; I like Kim…and I enjoy having it be acceptable to use the name “Kimye” in everyday language.

3. Don’t cheat…just don’t
I mean, hopefully no one considers this anyway…but if Hollywood has taught us anything, it’s that you will get caught. Facebook, texting and Greek life are the paparazzi of the normal world. And they will find you, just like they found Kristen Stewart and LeAnn Rimes.

Imagine the press trips this week if these two hadn’t reconciled. Awwwwkward…

Luckily, things have worked out for both celebs since their scandals, and things probably will in normal life too. But they still have that stigma, and it probably will stick around for a while.

And most people usually end up rooting for the Sandra Bullocks of the world anyway.

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Who are your favorite celebrity couples?

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You might be a wimp if you scare easily

Even though I’m entering the dangerous territory of my almost-mid-20’s, I still haven’t accepted the fact that my trick-or-treating, costumed days are over.

I still like the innocent side of Halloween, despite most people my age who like to curl up with a bloodcurdling horror film or subject themselves to an evening at Halloween Horror Nights. But, as much as I choose to ignore it, there is the “scary” aspect to this holiday. And I scare easily.

So, in honor of Halloween, I bring you the top 5 things I find absolutely terrifying:

5. My favorite TV show ending
As previously mentioned on this blog, I have a TV problem. I have invested time – and even worse, emotions – into multiple shows, and when one gets canceled, it’s kind of like losing a friend or something pathetic like that.

#Throwback
(Image via Google/GLEE on FOX)

Luckily, most of my obsessions with a TV show have cooled off by the time it gets canceled, but I know my good luck can only go on for so long. And when that happens, all that will be left in its wake is my pitiful mourning and each season spinning on repeat in my DVD player.

4. Sending the wrong text/email/Facebook message to someone
We’ve all experienced it: That panic-inducing moment when you realize that you just sent a text written about someone TO that person. I know I can’t be the only idiot that has fallen victim to her own undoing. Technology is great, but human brainpower (or sometimes lack-there-of) can always be greater.

EVERYBODY PANIC
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Whether it’s accidentally sending heart-eyed emojis and juicy gossip to the wrong iMessage inbox or sending an important email to the incorrect list, the mortification is enough to send shivers down my spine and create an awkward tension for days to come.

3. The doorbell ringing when you’re home alone
I may or may not have hidden in a closet once when the doorbell rang when I was home alone at someone else’s house. And that may or may not have been recently.

Go away, neighbor kid
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Call me a product of my cautious upbringing, but hey, it always helps to be prepared. Even if I am 6-feet tall and the doorbell ringer is probably just the pizza guy.

2. My friends’ weddings
I’m sorry, but the last time I checked, “married” was just another term for our parents or the adults in our lives; the people that took care of us and made us dinner or something. My friends certainly don’t fall under that category, do they?

How to be a sorority girl 101: Take a photo like this at weddings

Well, apparently this year they do. I have been to more weddings in 2012 than I have been to in my entire life. And while I am elated for all of my friends who are entering the stage where they swap “I Do’s” instead of weekend stories, I still can’t really wrap my brain around it.

1. Growing up, Grandma-style
Even though this is similar to No. 2, I had to get a little serious for this last one. This year has been crazy, between graduating from college, working in the real world and paying my own bills. Gone are the days where I feel comfortable at undergrad bars and staying up past midnight “just because” on weeknights.

What they don’t tell you is this is actually empty inside

It was a joke among my friends last year that as seniors, we had “officially entered Grandma status.” Little did I know how true that statement would actually be until this very year. But grandma-status be damned, I will not enter full-fledged adulthood without a fight. To quote Meredith Grey (and to once again show my embarrassing TV obsession because I didn’t even have to look this quote up) “When did we grow up…and how do we make it stop?”

You might be a ’90s baby if you’re (still) obsessed with boy bands

When I was 11, I was convinced that I would marry Justin Timberlake.

In addition to possessing tree-climbing abilities or having the latest hit clips in your collection, it was in vogue to claim celebrity boyfriends among my friends. And Justin Timberlake was mine.

I don’t know about you, but the blonde, brillo-pad look just does it for me.
(Image via Google)

This weekend, my already-claimed boo went off the market in an Italian instant as he said his “I Do’s” with the always-perfect Mary Camden Jessica Biel. JT’s nuptials not only signified his love for another woman (the nerve!) but they symbolize something else–another closed door on my childhood.

“The other woman”?
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But don’t be fooled. Just because I’ve officially reached the age where there are now more weddings than themed birthday parties doesn’t mean I will fully succumb to adulthood yet. And just because my childhood, celebrity boyfriend is off-limits, what he became famous for is not. At least not for me.

Yes, I am 22 and I am still obsessed with boy bands. And if you say you don’t jam out to “Bye, Bye, Bye” in your car when you’re alone, well then you’re a terrible liar.

“Tearin’ Up My Heart” at age 11
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With the bridge into the new millennium came the end of an era for a while, and while all of us 90’s babies were supposed to grow up, I still held on tight with both hands when it came to my pop music.

This may or may not have been a wall outside of our dorm room at one point. And while it was a joke, I still appreciate the masterpiece. Too much?

I was elated to discover that boy bands were making a comeback this past year and I dove into that indulgence head-first. I rock out to little (okay, a lot) of *NSYNC Pandora. I watched the Backstreet Boys when they were on Good Morning America this summer. And hey, One Direction’s “What Makes You Beautiful” might be my current ringtone. I am 100 percent okay with all of that.

“The new boy band” — I don’t discriminate.
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Nothing screams childhood more than the melodious, nonsensical lyrics of ‘MMBop, and nothing makes me nostalgic like my favorite *NSYNC album.

I’ll be the first to admit it: I’m a huge 90’s girl…and I probably always will be.

I’ll take your rap music and I’ll raise you a “Tearin’ Up My Heart” or “I Want it That Way” any day.

You might be missing out if you don’t have a Twitter account

A love letter to my Twitter feed:

Dear Twitter,

Thank you for being you.

Whether it’s your ability to (often inaccurately) break news first, or your parody accounts that instantaneously go viral during a pop-culture event, I love and appreciate what you bring to my life.

Thank you for giving the closet comedians a mic and the incredibly ignorant a stage. And thank you for allowing me to laugh at both by retweeting them.

Thank you for making it easier to stalk celebrities and entertainment outlets, and making it publicly humiliating and/or validating when they respond.

Because of you, I have figured out that all of my friends are well-esteemed political analysts, and their infinite knowledge has swayed my vote this presidential election. Thanks to you, I can also find links to information that can actually help me become informed about the real issues.

I cherish the moments we have together live-tweeting about awards shows. It’s the only time where I can be a totally lame fangirl and feel like a superstar all at once.

But most importantly, thank you for allowing me to further my fetish with pop culture. And thank you for making it possible to flaunt it to all of my followers.

No matter how many estrogen-infused subtweets you’re burdened with, or long and misused hashtags you’re subjected to, remember that you’re amazing…just the way you are.

To quote every yearbook ever: You rock Twitter, don’t ever change.

Love always,
Lindsay

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Follow me on Twitter! @lindstotheay

You might be a TV addict if your DVR has a busier schedule than your planner

I don’t have a DVR. I also don’t have a planner.

But, if I did, I can guarantee you that my DVR would be completely booked — more so than my planner ever would be — and that’s because I am a television addict.

My name is Lindsay and I (happily) have a problem.

This may or may not be my bedroom door from my childhood bedroom. And those posters may or may not still be there today.

It all started back in the 8th grade with a little show called The OC. Before its arrival on my tiny silver screen, my television interests were shallow. You know, completely non-committal.

Then I met Seth, Ryan, Marissa and Summer (and Luke and Jimmy and Kirsten and Julie and Sandy…you get the point.) Soon I was consumed. I would loyally tune-in every Wednesday. Then, Thursday mornings I would hustle to the bus stop to incessantly chatter about last night’s drama and swoon over Ryan Atwood with my friends. I was hooked.

Caaaaaaaaaaalifornia! Here we coooooooomeeee!
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Progressively, I started seeing other TV shows. Soon I was having multiple dates a week with my TV screen.

I broke up with The OC after season 3 (sorry, Ryan) and over time, my TV obsessions waxed and waned. Some were casual dates (like that one season of America’s Next Top Model) while others were more long-term (I cannot believe I have devoted nine years to Grey’s Anatomy.) During my summers, burdened with a television void to fill and copious amounts of free time, I would find a show that peaked my interest and then catch up on it (Thanks to post-grad summer of 2012, I am now obsessed with White Collar and cried my eyes out over Friday Night Lights.)

My friends lovingly tease me for all of my TV-show knowledge, but please…who else is going to prepare you for what’s coming up on Glee this week? (Yeah, I read the spoilers.)

So obsessed, my sorority Big Sister decided to make it my nickname

With so many shows to keep up with, I often lose track of what’s on what night and at what time. This week was the second week in a row that I forgot to watch How I Met Your Mother. And New Girl is still on Tuesdays but Glee moved to Thursdays so I have to watch Grey’s Anatomy online since they’re on at the same time?

I now watch more TV shows than my non-existent DVR and I know what to do with — and I am completely okay with that.

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What are some of your favorite TV shows?