A lot of people have been writing what they are thankful for this month because of Thanksgiving. That really isn’t my thing but I have decided to give it a try.
Today I am grateful for day long marathons of Beverly Hills 90210, the original. My last couple of days have not been the greatest and I may have even been feeling blue and discouraged. I should be editing and writing something completely different, but I haven’t been feeling up to it. So I went down to the basement, turned on the tv and decided the BH 90210 sounded good. (You know you are really depressed when BH 90210 sounds good.) Within the first fifteen minutes, I felt better about myself. I am not teaching ten guys on how to pick up girls. I am not rolling around on a beach with some guy trying to pretend I don’t have sand in some really bad places. I am not dating some guy who lives in the house Brandon and Brenda originally vacated. (I didn’t really follow the show in the later years so I am slightly confused as to who this guy is. I’m starting to think that Kelly can only date men who live in the original Walsh’s house.) I, unlike Dylan, have not walked into a stranger’s house with a gun and threatened them and then found out it was a huge misunderstanding. Wait, now another couple are making out in the Walsh house. Steve lives there. I think I have missed out on a lot of plot points not watching this for the last fifteen years.
Wait. I am no longer grateful for marathons of Beverly Hills 90210. It just made me realize that this show was on twenty years ago. I was in high school twenty years ago. That means I am really old. Not as old as the guy who owns the Peach Pit, but still. And I have no clue what I have to show for the last twenty years. I think I need to be drinking whatever David is drinking and then turn the channel to something more relevant: The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.