Why I am the World's Biggest Goober

I'm not a big TV person. Yeah, I know, I worked in it for years, but really don't like to watch it all that much, especially not prime time stuff. But I am a sucker for TV geared toward teenagers. So a few years ago I really liked the promos for this show about these rich kids in California. The OC--I always compared it to 90210, without the social consciousness (you know, like there was always a kid at West Beverly with AIDS, or who was--gasp--poor, or who had an abusive boyfriend). Not so with the OC. It was just rich spoiled brats being bratty, with no regard for the greater good or humanity whatsoever. The music was great, the writing was REALLY good, lots of random pop culture references, lots of fast talking, but not in a Gilmore Girls kind of way, and plot-wise, man, the producers could MOVE a show. Oh, people, I loved the OC.

So here's why I'm the goob. Even though this show jumped the shark well over a year ago and I hadn't watched since, of course I was soooooo sad when it got cancelled. So last night David and I sat down and watched the series finale. So good. And then at the end of course they do that blasted emotional flashing back thing, and I start crying. CRYING. Tears streaming down my face. So sad. I think the OC just tapped into that part of me that still feels really young even though for some reason I just keep getting older and older. So here's a little clip. May Ryan, Marissa, Seth and Summer stay forever young on YouTube and in TVLand.

And I hope that my sharing this humiliating experience will help you embrace your inner goober. It actually feels really good.

Lindsay