more than a feeling

last night i got home from buying two-buck chuck and groceries (oh, my aching arms) and turned on the telly.

this post has nothing to do with courting, but still i must discuss this stupid show about a guy, brian, whose hair is nearly feathered, and his close-knit 30-something crew of seemingly really rich californians who do little (anything?) but bemoan the hardships but worth-its of love. after they do that, they express outrage! disbelief! naivete! that people actually do cheat, cause that's what happened on the show. one of the couples decide to have an open marriage, the woman got it on with a dad from the playground. the husband found out about it and was bereft. his friends couldn't believe given the great depth of their love that he'd allow for open marriage. oh what a terrible fix!!

oh, looky here, this is about dating, after all, or at least sex. anyway, the dialogue stinks, the acting smells worse, roseanna arquette is on it (was she good once upon a time in the madonna flick? or was it i who was naive?) in a weird battle of the arquettes, her sister has e.s.p. in the same time slot on a different network.

in one of the show's dumber moments, the bring-about-your-own-betrayal-husband (with his muppet-like jawline) goes on an unintelligible tirade about the slippery slope from open marriage to living in recita. i get the sense that ain't good. but i don't live in 'fornia, so it's just a hunch from our dear friend, context.

except this: soul coughing has a whole song about recita with a lyric like:

we are all of us going to recita, to make love to a model we don't know...

but this is a show that would never reference soul coughing, much less play it. instead, in one of their time-wasting-but-making-a-scene-with-dialogue-is-too-much-work video montages, they actually have a number by mit's finest...boston. supposed to make the gen x-ers feel nostalgic, i guess, for junior high school mixers. i love boston's epic rock but if there's a sure fire way to see to it you get cancelled cause you repel your audience with overly-tutored, off the hipster mark cultural references, get rights to a boston song. maryanne will be walking away, and you're dead by fall.