The header says it all, pretty much: I'm part of the generation for whom Joshua Jackson will ALWAYS be Pacey Witter a.k.a MY DREAM MAN a.k.a the fictional character who has probably wrecked me for any real man, Katie Holmes will forever be
Dawson's Creek was MY SHOW, you guys! At 18, I may have been slightly (or pretty radically) towards the tail end of the target 'teen' audience when it started screening here in NZ in prime time...but I never missed an episode of my stories. We even made up a drinking game based around rules like "Drink when Joey bites her lip and rolls her eyes"; "Drink when Jen walks like she is constipated"; "Drink when Dawson's Spielberg worship gets way too much to handle".
Until I did miss an episode. I missed a WHOLE SEASON. By Season Five Dawson's Creek wasn't cool enough for primetime anymore and I was too lazy and busy and unironically hipster cool to be bothered keeping up with a show that was on at like, 2pm on a Sunday afternoon. (Note: I am not at all cool, obviously). The show got shuffled around and shuffled around until I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHEN IT WAS ON. Long story short: I ended up missing most of Season Six, including the infamous finale, which I still haven't had the guts to watch. I KNOW HOW IT ENDS...I just don't ACTUALLY "know" how it ends. Forget LOST...
It's okay. I have all the dvds, and I think it's finally time to revisit Capeside. I'm kind of SUPER excited. You could say... I don't wanna wait.
Is that sad?
I CAN'T EVEN TELL ANYMORE.